Po' Boy Freestyle (Spit from Mama Dukes' Impala)

I spit a whole lot cause that's all I got My mom steady asking me about my pops I'm irritated cause them snakes stole all my pot Money for the hungry and my stomach steady growling Like when I lived with them but the cake steady piling But the change that I fiend for was within myself We can barter quarters I take health over wealth And with each strong cough I can feel the pain leaving And you swore your bars sick but all I hear is sneezing So I hope Allah blesses you cause you seem to need it Like the ice packs for her knees cause she craves semen But I think I crave to touch more 'motionally depleted So I balance out the chores so we both sharing demons I don't mean to add to the earth's shitty scope I try I'm trying to cope in this world full of nopes And the misplaced notes and the thick neck ropes Testing the elastic limit of rap like a wrestler That diva so close but the world steady testing her Playing like she shy I'm mentally undressing her Hot and bothered like I'm cooking and she blames it on the pressure Of my natural ability so I real arrest her I really got bars nigga ask my celly Burned a bunch of bridges so I'm really on my celly Don't care about the toast so why you niggas jelly You'd burn it for a toaster I burn it for a coaster So that the fam can chill and I can butt naked post up Free ball feeling Fuck Uncle Sam and them Powerball winnings I owe it on these loans and I'm broke as the beginning So maybe it's fuck me and my piss poor decisions Making lyrical incisions every time that there's division And you couldn't read me even if it's pen written Yo You couldn't cook me If I gave you the recipe Rest in peace Killing when she squirts not trying to rest in pee But why she steady trying to fucking artesting me Then she gets confused when I'm pacing back and forth Does she want to be a foe or undercover freak I'm trying to get to fireworks just before the fourth Then let it run it's course Speeding through these ships like Gordon on the course On this rocky road It's a bittersweet course And the worst part about it is I'm lacking the remorse Man she fit like a horse but rides way smoother Hot track beats but with her I'm way cooler Wish I had the funds to move but I'm a loser And it's in Ohio so maybe it's a sign That state tried to claim that I wanted to abuse her But that thot was a bitch She deserved the due time But in due time I would cease to be I would cease to be I would cease to be a po' boy Then granny will no longer have to say "Oh po' boy" Then the po' po' will turn into homeboys But not before I turn them po' girls to hoes boy Yeah Let it just uh Let it ride Let it ride a little bit