This is a song about "Soul poetry weed"

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

Everybody watching while you touching real money

I love embarrassing other people with poetry

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Timmy got his bike stole

Yeah, let it consume our soul,

But if you look into poetry

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Have no souls indeed

Put up and smoke that weed,

Even though our rhymes are really musical poetry

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

They say rap aint poetry

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

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