This is a song about "Poetry soul"

I guess that it's supposed to be, express that in my poetry,

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

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

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

They say rap aint poetry

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

This be poetry, you know it's me

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

Like it's embeded into your soul

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

I call this poetry supposedly emotionally

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

On poetry of rap i extended my forbidden knowledge further