This is a song about "Slam poetry"

This be poetry, you know it's me

But i think i like that, just maybe

They say rap aint poetry

Third ward general, young cash money

I hit that pipebomb with a slam and im talking free

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Watch me back-hand ya, then crack-slam ya,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Or knock it off, slam on the floor

I launched a fist right at him, bim bim, bam, wham, slam,

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

Bases full, i grand slam/

Just take control if you can