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

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

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

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

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

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Long as i have my p and my 3 meals, smoke the thc, roll mean blunts as big as king kongs wifes cunt