This is a song about "Poet writes poems on demand while you wait"

You wait and see little old me will be a star you’ll see, me on my world tour,

My mothers family had a plan/ marry this black man/ work your

He thinks he could be a poet while he is peeing on a pot

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Poetry he writes,to recite on the free flight

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

And wait, you think you're so "great"

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

You faggots are lame, caught you sippin on water while i was downing

And i know i'm a poet, shit you saw from the start

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Just wait til you meet my crew

But wait, hold on, let's not forget

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead