This is a song about "Ra p god"

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

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

So just pass the weed, i smash ‘em g’s, you can call my ass a master p,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Get me on mp3 or d. v. d, known by country, 'n n. l. p. d!

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Time to break out da cage, p-put you all in a haze