This is a song about "Fa p"

Hustling tryna make this p

Look it something they can't ever see

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

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

We’ll take it under the huey p and expose you phony.

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Shittin' lyrics out like i'm master p, y'all asking me,

Just wait, this is not the end p

You see now that nigga lonely

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

Get me on mp3 or d. v. d, known by country, 'n n. l. p. d!

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

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