This is a song about "Poetic warfare"

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

And it’s beautiful music made by our poetic flows,

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Your the criminal this is poetic justice, heart is saying fuck this

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

Almost got us caught up in gang fuckin warfare,

Ok you think a nigga shallow

I play it off like i'm poetic though

So much to say a scrabble game

Come equipped for warfare, digest the pain,

This shit is a different type of warfare

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Read the shit that he writes, multi rap killer dirty warfare drug problems

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

I am the poetic narcissist

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift