This is a song about "Apartment books"

For the record, this not in the books

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

It’s raining, anger reigning rampant outside her apartment

The most of insane of the crooks, got my fame in the books,

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

He tosses out it out the window, arrives at his apartment,

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

Secret society all we ask is trust

Whoever's writing my books using permanent

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

A mother full of scolding in an apartment building,

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

Try to make authentic answers, it's hard enough to keep to my books

Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods