This is a song about "The p"

My garage full of cars that bounce

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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

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

Whoever is about to responde to my battle just know that im and incredible rap bat,

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

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

Hustling tryna make this p

Where you belong with your family

Hustling tryna make this p

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Been running around trying find a job

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

Get me on mp3 or d. v. d, known by country, 'n n. l. p. d!

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree