This is a song about "Hardcore poetry"

Even though our rhymes are really musical poetry

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

This be poetry, you know it's me

Yo this guy thinks he's hardcore

Ima go until my arm's sore

Poetry he writes,to recite on the free flight

Listen, i said we gonna have a good time tonight

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

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

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

But if you look into poetry

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

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