This is a song about "Hood poetry"

On poetry of rap i towed on the flow he goes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I'm chillin' in this hood

My nigga, no hook

Lyrical poetry, supposedly, my rhymes burst into a flame hopefully/

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

As well as this musical poetry, rap

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I guess that it's supposed to be, express that in my poetry,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Even though our rhymes are really musical poetry

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly