This is a song about "P tchev"

Whoever is about to responde to my battle just know that im and incredible rap bat,

That was the sonic art form of rhyming and poetry, and it is abbreviated in three letters r-a-p

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

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

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

Two click-clacks and a burst in the niggas , they be scared and be running with their tears

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

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

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

//^ flow to above lines: i got by 'n' murked this cypher verse.... :p.

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free