Chicago's Finest Poem by Kovan White

You walk with a cool strut Like you're one of a kind
But you ain't even fine Nine pennies short of a dime Think I'm lyin
Read the results your last on everyone's mine
To sponsor you in a beauty pageant I'll be taught in a bind

You're a perpetrator But your not fooling me thou
By the way you walk and talk Princess you sound like a hoe
The most spoiled female I've ever seen in this world
But she's the baby-girl, what a scan less girl

She threw us in a rat hole I couldn't believe what I saw
I'm up-set On how you did my wife and mother in-law
You know I own you one Oh yeah I'll show you one
I can't wait to return to Illinois to have some fun

Your hairs so cute, it's all long and pretty
Noooo that's a weave, cause underneath I see your Afro is dirty
I'm just playing Princess You should be handled with care
Attended Illinois to major in Marry A-Ball-Player