This is a song about "Poem rap"

Boggled when you read a poem about me being bottled up

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

? all white but the phantom is all black

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,

See i let my nigga split that

They told me i can't rap

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

Crap thank fuck for underground rap,

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I don't know how to rap,

Whether teddy or pat