This is a song about "Book job"

I'm just sayin' i got fuckin' problems, mama's got a job,

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

You have no job, just lazy.

I go to bed reading my book

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

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

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

You bull shit, look

My life’s an open book

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Then write another hook in my mac book

Like they're giving me a rim job

Okay man you do the drop