This is a song about "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

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Always getting in dept, but never debt, a upside down p is the difference,

Time to break out da cage, p-put you all in a haze

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

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

Must be something you want me to see

Hustling tryna make this p

But i can't stop like r h c p

Don't worry bout a thang baby

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

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head