This is a song about "Slam 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,

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

To liberate yourself, africa

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

I spun the bottle, only to slam the throttle

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

Hard horned stab and jab like a ram slam bam damn

What you talking about? lil man

His life is always going slam

Found a peaceful home with my poetry and music

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

Never letting go, although sometimes i slip

You think you tough? than ill slam your bitch ass into granite