This is a song about "It s a poem of good fortune"

Spit a poem or a diss before in your mouth i piss

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

That's why you cautious when i approached youbeen talking since you arrived, but not a word is spoken

Just earlier i took the essay part of exam, in it is the given prompt, it was a well written poem

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Eminem, you think your good, get it out of your head,

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

Said i'm just tryna do this quick like make haste

They at the same spot they making no progress

Heard you do anything for a pair of 110s

My ambitious girl, i won't forget you

To having a motherfuckin' fortune too...

Im good your a bunch of baboons.

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Im trying to have a good saint patricks day, im sippin 40s,

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress