This is a song about "Book"

Every possible plausible excuse in the book.

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

The book that you wrote, i defaced it,

This rap thing is a book...

Lobsters and shrimp im good

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

A world comsumed by the book of faces

Pocket racked up all big faces

But one day that book will be famous

Like a book that girl is overdue

And all the while i think of you

Then write another hook in my mac book

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

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