This is a song about "Rap poem"

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Affectin' little kids when they hear us drop a poem,

Well, i can handle that

Baby all i do is rap

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

Here come a technical rap

Bet i'm heavy with that

They told me i can't rap

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

Spit a poem or a diss

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Song is turnin into one long poem.

Who's next to release? we guillotine them