This is a song about "Soul poetry weed"

They say rap aint poetry

Just to go to liv on a sunday

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Even though our rhymes are really musical poetry

My poetry all i've ever written her is held by ligaments

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Well never know, but it ain't hard to tell, my street poetry

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

I won't go out with my friends, instead i sit in my room and write poetry,

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

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see