This is a song about "Hardcore poetry"

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Walking around like he's some hardcore fucking punk

I hated school till i realised english had poetry,

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

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

It's late and you stuck in my basement

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

With my militia poetry tactics

This be poetry, you know it's me

And now that i’m getting money

Which i planted to grow and freely provide justice through poetry,

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Leave ya dead, i roar no more questions left guessing if i'm hardcore

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Even though our rhymes are really musical poetry

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy