This is a song about "P"

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

Just wait, this is not the end p

Took my heart away from money

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

Like a fiend off the best rock

Hustling tryna make this p

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

But they sold jello in the paint

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

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

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

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