This is a song about "Ra p god"

I've read huey p. newton, listened to malcolm speak,

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Hustling tryna make this p

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

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

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

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

But i can't stop like r h c p

I reel them in, goadomes on see

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

It's no longer a new jack city