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

Passing 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