This is a song about "P igs"

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

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

And that is the zone, thats where i be, if u impede then you r.i. and p

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Hustling tryna make this p

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

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

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

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,

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Hustling tryna make this p

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

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