This is a song about "Swaggy p"

Could i make you my baby

Just wait, this is not the end p

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

Long as i have my p and my 3 meals, smoke the thc, roll mean blunts as big as king kongs wifes cunt

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

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

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

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

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

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