This is a song about "Surviving poet"

Life is blowin' in the wind, words of a clever poet,

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

The real muscle in the message of that

Or imma end your life, yeah a ruthless poet

2pac, a poet addressing a worlda crime

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

You call yourself an emcee, i call you a poet,

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

1995 the future hopeless, im the last surviving poet/

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

And i'm not a poet

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

We ride along surviving strong, is what i came to say

And i know i'm a poet, shit you saw from the start

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard