Freestyle yo yo yo
[Verse 1 : AFU]
Peep the planted lyrics that is unwritten, freestyle perpetuated
Pistols being handled over, pimps getting on, police being intimidated
Paper being pursued by prostitutes till they get illuminated
Power is gained by plotting and shutting pussies till you think you made it
Puffin on the corner, while coroners are being called over
Poetry is what I write, I aspire to be a preacher, a composer
Pa**ing and huffin on a clover
Polishing my range rover, and for them riches I am a pocket gopher (I goofed Ya)
[Verse 2 : AFU]
Preoccupied with peace, while I bump his neck with a pump sneeze
Plenty Pot around me, but I ain't seen no gold
Plateaus I am on, I am above you, while I fold
Please, I don't have to mention that I am still broke
Platforms of my lyrics being explained, not getting out-sold
Prototypes of me being a sell-out, but I rhyme cold
Platinum in my bowl
Pleasurable life made out of my lyrical bolts
Sure you got more than me, but I do better than yah dawg