This is a song about "Hardcore poetry"

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Well never know, but it ain't hard to tell, my street poetry

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

Poetry he writes,to recite on the free flight

But if you look into poetry

She going to borrow some money

Walking around like he's some hardcore fucking punk

Don't know her name those ain't really important

Half a millie on the road, y'all relyin on features

Hes hardcore? i heard he commits misdemeanors

Dc, man over money

They say rap aint poetry

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

This is something different