Drop Some Truth

My style peek hot like wild sheep grazing in flock
Stay on street blazing blocks and craving for Hip Hop
Blood of this thug drip drop when shot so I duck a lot
Fuck hot lead, I’m tall and bold eat small rolls from the pot
Made of white flour the type sour and onion flavored
Have a list of works that’ll twist a jerk’s head when read
So each page will amaze like porn books even fed the misled
So I’m an author ill with doctor skills prescribes proper pills to cats
Got ill stats in medicines, this lyrical potion even thrill bats
Have vampires at campfires smoking grass-wearing hats
In rap do corrections on hooks, got a collection of books
Like the branch of a library wanna buy ranch like a dignitary shook
On riches