This is a song about "Been p"

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

M v p like steve nash

So chase the air hide your stash

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

Dont take the p... out of people less fortunate,

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

So step back sacrap an resite your rap, come spitting back when ya got something decent not whack,

That was the sonic art form of rhyming and poetry, and it is abbreviated in three letters r-a-p

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

'you got a visitor mr. p' bitch send him in