This is a song about "Hardcore poetry"

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

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

Even though our rhymes are really musical poetry

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I love embarrassing other people with poetry

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

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

We gonna be all the way gone

And hardcore raw metaphors so get drawn

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

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

Second guessing me? i'm writin' poetry, quote this

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

I hated school till i realised english had poetry,