This is a song about "Hood poetry"

On poetry of rap i extended my forbidden knowledge further

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

I don't live in the hood

You bull shit, look

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

On poetry of rap i towed on the flow he goes

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

I'm chillin' in this hood

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Even though our rhymes are really musical poetry

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

They say rap aint poetry

Hail mary nigga, run quick see