This is a song about "Swaggy p"

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

M v p like steve nash

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Shittin' lyrics out like i'm master p, y'all asking me,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

That was the sonic art form of rhyming and poetry, and it is abbreviated in three letters r-a-p

I attack mentality an watch people fear me, its clear see as they all flex a.s.a.p

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

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

I’m tryna be low key

Hustling tryna make this p