This is a song about "P o r n"

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Hustling tryna make this p

Or, if you prefer, d n k r o z

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

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

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Yo we get the dank and bounce

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

But look, she went and dialled triple o

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'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

Of masc to the field and double to the r

O wait...your moms already did/

Can't wait to see you naked