This is a song about "P oiugyft"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Shittin' lyrics out like i'm master p, y'all asking me,

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

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

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

Dont take the p... out of people less fortunate,

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

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Now i can draw your face up pretty

But i can't stop like r h c p

M v p like steve nash

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

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,