This is a song about "Slam poetry"

I slam your face down into the pavement,

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I spun the bottle, only to slam the throttle

Bases full, i grand slam/

Both: this the perfect plan

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Found a peaceful home with my poetry and music

His life is always going slam

This should be illegal man

Hears the door slam, now they're all alone

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

On poetry of rap i breath bright to exhale the feel sleight

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

As well as this musical poetry, rap

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat