This is a song about "My p"

//^ flow to above lines: i got by 'n' murked this cypher verse.... :p.

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

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,

Hustling tryna make this p

Bait baby, wait baby

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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

Why probe our ass

M v p like steve nash

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

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

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

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