This is a song about "Slam poetry"

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

To witness the realest shit that's ever been told to man

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

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

I hit that pipebomb with a slam and im talking free

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

You gotta understand man

His life is always going slam

And i don't run counters no more

Or knock it off, slam on the floor

Lyrical poetry, supposedly, my rhymes burst into a flame hopefully/

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Bam bitch! slam bitch! snap you like a toothpick.

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

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

Our children must be taught, of africa