This is a song about "My p"

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

Whoever is about to responde to my battle just know that im and incredible rap bat,

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

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

So just pass the weed, i smash ‘em g’s, you can call my ass a master p,

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Hustling tryna make this p

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

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