This is a song about "Hood poetry"

But if you look into poetry

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

They say rap aint poetry

Fuck fame, fuck money

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

From hollywood to the hood

My bitches fuck me good

On poetry of rap i breath bright to exhale the feel sleight

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

Im rappin poetry dude its time we got real

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

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

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

This be poetry, you know it's me

On they twitter writing novels, see