This is a song about "P tchev"

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

I attack mentality an watch people fear me, its clear see as they all flex a.s.a.p

Long as i have my p and my 3 meals, smoke the thc, roll mean blunts as big as king kongs wifes cunt

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Just wait, this is not the end p

Hopin' that my niggas see

Summertime in the city

Hustling tryna make this p

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!