This is a song about "Poetry"

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

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Im rappin poetry dude its time we got real

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

With my militia poetry tactics

Second guessing me? i'm writin' poetry, quote this

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

I love embarrassing other people with poetry

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Found a peaceful home with my poetry and music

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free