This is a song about "Hood poetry"

With my militia poetry tactics

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

But if you look into poetry

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

On poetry of rap i towed on the flow he goes

But now your under a hood

My nigga, no hook

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Found a peaceful home with my poetry and music

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

On poetry of rap i extended my forbidden knowledge further

They say rap aint poetry

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

I hated school till i realised english had poetry,

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money