This is a song about "Poetry"

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

With my militia poetry tactics

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

I hated school till i realised english had poetry,

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

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

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

I love embarrassing other people with poetry

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

On poetry of rap i extended my forbidden knowledge further

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

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

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