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

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

I got a lot of them, watch me back 'em up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish

Second guessing me? i'm writin' poetry, quote this

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

It's like she got a kick out of tryna break his soul

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

So i cut em off as they stop me like a hold

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

I wore a helmet with horns and hold a sword of thorns

There's a battle for control inside of your soul

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll