This is a song about "Soul poetry got a hold of me"

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

Hold this shit down, just to get me a come up

I hold the head of a gorgon

So now she picks up the gun

Within this siloloquy of a tortured soul.

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

You can call me a prison, cuz i got lots of bars

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

To hold a pastel and draw the tears for me to see

You would never think i would be the one the devil got a hold.

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold