This is a song about "Writing poetry in helicopters"

We helicopters hovering on your mind like past pets

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

I call this poetry supposedly emotionally

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,

It's written as a biblical reference in the writing i write,

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

Im in my house getting high as im writing this shit,

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

I love embarrassing other people with poetry

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

I'm in back writing music while drinking sprite

With my militia poetry tactics

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears