Pouya Poem by Kevin Pouya

Keep it calm and collect
She offered the neck
All for the set
Ok whats next
You rappers be acting suspect
Line em up, only mess with a few

Im riding around with my crew
And my driver is screw
You sit on a couch while im busting a move
Bustin to tell me im keeping the flow and she want to keep goin'
I feed her the few
This how i do

You get goosebumps when i touch you
Baby bone 94
Do the math slowpoke
Fast stroke tip toe
Only 5 foot 4
With a 6 foot ho
8 foot stripper pole

Divided the dimes
Together they grind
Killing each other for money and diamonds
I really can't blame em

Get money for the kids when the day comes
Respect me the feelings is mutual
Been doing some things i really ain't used to
This lifestyle i gotta get used to it