This is a song about "Book and stuff"

So if it's true '12 couldn't come fast enough

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

You just sick of me and my sweet stuff

I'm breathing for a purpose

Arghh... book, you're saying so many things but i'm the biggest and you cannot beat me!!

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Caught myself puttin' rap first and other stuff under

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

Take you out kentland and show you a zoo

And all the stuff that you went through

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

If u get caught and cuffed/drop that stuff

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

But some artists get caught up in beefs and stuff thats wack