This is a song about "Book"

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Every morning that i wake up im looking on face book

I'm the book, the king of receiving prizes.

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

My book case looks like a psych. room

Aye, hold your head homie, look

I want to write a book

Inferior, but i'm nice

Of the book of your life

I've never been one for spoiling the end of a book,

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Because nobody told them the world isnt in a book

Every possible plausible excuse in the book.

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look