This is a song about "Lam p"

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I've read huey p. newton, listened to malcolm speak,

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

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

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

Look, just remember how that winning taste

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

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

My talent should take me places i've never been

While i'm rubbing on that ass

M v p like steve nash