This is a song about "Poetry"

They say rap aint poetry

She going to borrow some money

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

Well never know, but it ain't hard to tell, my street poetry

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Like hoes down in magic city

This be poetry, you know it's me

I hated school till i realised english had poetry,

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

With my militia poetry tactics

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Which i planted to grow and freely provide justice through poetry,