This is a song about "Soul poetry loyalty"

When those trash bags middle initial was loyalty compare to yal backstabbing bitches.

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

They say rap aint poetry

20 racks really thats sneaker money

As well as this musical poetry, rap

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

I guess that it's supposed to be, express that in my poetry,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

This be poetry, you know it's me

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

No loyalty when it comes to fame just a bitch screaming my name pleading again

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

So your crimes are that you picked royalty over loyalty

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

With the beat as he spills like his poetry is spoken,