This is a song about "The p"

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

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

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

And i still havent seen one bit of my p

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

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

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

But i can't stop like r h c p

So step back sacrap an resite your rap, come spitting back when ya got something decent not whack,

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