This is a song about "Hood poetry"

On poetry of rap i breath bright to exhale the feel sleight

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

But five years from now i bet she see

This be poetry, you know it's me

On poetry of rap i towed on the flow he goes

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

I hated school till i realised english had poetry,

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

Poetry he writes,to recite on the free flight

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

With my militia poetry tactics

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

But now your under a hood

My nigga, no hook

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

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