This is a song about "P igs"

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,

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

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

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

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

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

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

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

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

Of a koenigsegg going 200 m-p-h trough the interstate