This is a song about "P tchev"

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

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

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

But i can't stop like r h c p

Bitch, they call it motor city

So step back sacrap an resite your rap, come spitting back when ya got something decent not whack,

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

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

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