This is a song about "Poetry"

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

On poetry of rap i extended my forbidden knowledge further

But if you look into poetry

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

It's obvious i'm crazy

This be poetry, you know it's me

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

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

Poetry he writes,to recite on the free flight

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

On poetry of rap i towed on the flow he goes

And i been fucking with cosby since i was ten, you damn right

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

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

We call energy floating and fluctuating in flux poetry, whoa its me.