This is a song about "27 books"

For the record, this not in the books

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

I try to create authentic answers, but it's hard enough to keep to my books

But all that comes out is my eccentric manners; it screws up all my looks

Turned a boy into an atheist with life books rewritten/

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Focused on the hooks instead of my books

You niggas ain't harden, you readin them 50 shades of gray books

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Taggin the books head shinin like a diamond

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

Whoever's writing my books using permanent