This is a song about "Book"

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

My life’s an open book

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

Then write another hook in my mac book

My book case looks like a psych. room

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

That the crook just took over so book

A book full of blank pages

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material