This is a song about "Hood poetry"

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

She got that good good

I don't live in the hood

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

Metro zoo in here, with my crew in here

Im rappin poetry dude its time we got real

From hollywood to the hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Well never know, but it ain't hard to tell, my street poetry

They giving pounds and that before get the money

I love embarrassing other people with poetry

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Found a peaceful home with my poetry and music