This is a song about "Hood poetry"

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

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

Im rappin poetry dude its time we got real

2 shades from the color graymy kick game so unreal

I don't live in the hood

My nigga, no hook

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

I hated school till i realised english had poetry,

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

If theres a time that in the hood

I'm chillin' in this hood

You bull shit, look

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

With my militia poetry tactics

And all women who had light features, see

This be poetry, you know it's me