Imagery in Poetry Blog Post Paragraph

We Rappin' and Ballin' on the streets,
The hommies is like brothaz'
that never grew up with me,
But in my eyes they the only brothaz' to me.
So We rappin' while we playin'
havin' a good time,
I do the UTEP-2-Step
while sayin' a good rhyme
Even though I made some space
I can still smell his breath
it smell like hot, used toothpaste and garlic bread.
So as I pull up,
I heard him say something,
didn't hear him all the way
'cause the water sound from the net
led me astray
from listenin' to anything this buff-maniac finna' to say.
Hand-shakes and bowls
comin' from the bros,
I just hit the winnin' shot
like M.J. does on the bulls.
As much as I feel lucky
like the Jayhawks' Kentucky
I still hit the winnin' shot to win
like I'm Jeremy Lin