This is a song about "Per"

Criminal intent, out of breath, reach limits per minute,

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

And if they resort to mix-tapes, my feats'll beat 'em per cassette

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

A role bought for 5 nickles per hour, a sicko eating out a quarter-pounder's girth

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

12 people per jury, ain't no mistakin'

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

It starts to go downhill by 9.8 meters per second per second