This is a song about "Swaggy p"

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

'you got a visitor mr. p' bitch send him in

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

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

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

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

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

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

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

You be get up on this fly shit baby

But i can't stop like r h c p