This is a song about "Hood poetry"

With my militia poetry tactics

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

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

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

But now your under a hood

Lobsters and shrimp im good

I call this poetry supposedly emotionally

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

Showed your lil' ass look

I'm chillin' in this hood

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

Poetry he writes,to recite on the free flight

On poetry of rap i extended my forbidden knowledge further

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Im rappin poetry dude its time we got real