This is a song about "Slam poetry"

I spun the bottle, only to slam the throttle

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

Poetry he writes,to recite on the free flight

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

I hit that pipebomb with a slam and im talking free

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

This be poetry, you know it's me

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I won't go out with my friends, instead i sit in my room and write poetry,

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

His life is always going slam

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

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

Hears the door slam, now they're all alone

I'm definitely in a class of my own