This is a song about "Confessional poetry"

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

Found a peaceful home with my poetry and music

I won't go out with my friends, instead i sit in my room and write poetry,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

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

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

I call this poetry supposedly emotionally

They say rap aint poetry

That's why i'm makin' money

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

I love embarrassing other people with poetry

My poetry all i've ever written her is held by ligaments

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Even though our rhymes are really musical poetry

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money