This is a song about "Poetry"

Found a peaceful home with my poetry and music

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

Lyrical poetry, supposedly, my rhymes burst into a flame hopefully/

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

So step back sacrap an resite your rap, come spitting back when ya got something decent not whack,

That was the sonic art form of rhyming and poetry, and it is abbreviated in three letters r-a-p

With the beat as he spills like his poetry is spoken,

Leave them with a smaller buzz, lowest thing, vagina swollen

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

I hated school till i realised english had poetry,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I won't go out with my friends, instead i sit in my room and write poetry,

On poetry of rap i extended my forbidden knowledge further

Am i cheating on this woman if i'm gettin' naked pictures from another

On poetry of rap i breath bright to exhale the feel sleight

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right