This is a song about "Ra p god"

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Ra ta tat tat sending shots at these rappers back packs