This is a song about "Book job"

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Every possible plausible excuse in the book.

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

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

I want to write a book

Showed your lil' ass look

Don't cha know we love ya? sweet lady

You have no job, just lazy.

I go to bed reading my book

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Ass shots is a plus

A book full of blank pages