This is a song about "Making a poem"

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

Making critics pop a sadam on this shit

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Through all the rain and the pain

All while i'm making a name

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Boggled when you read a poem about me being bottled up

You know what i'm saying

A ghetto in the making.

Word go get the bitches

Spit a poem or a diss

I have nothing to show for it, except this rap poem,

She never ready to go so she forever come

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Stop making faces like a plastic surgeon