This is a song about "Poetry soul mind body"

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

Keepin death on the top of my mind, checking out her body from behind,

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

In the mind of a living soul to separate them as a whole

Even though our rhymes are really musical poetry

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

They say rap aint poetry

Hey, must be the money

Keepin death on the top of my mind, checking out her body from behind,

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

The body will slept through and our mind wont decay

Than your body decays and soul goes up in the sky

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

Do i know me? this plush body with a broken soul that i call home,

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone