This is a song about "Book job"

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Try to focus on school, as music will never be your job,

Every possible plausible excuse in the book.

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

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

And end it all, it's the next chapter in this book

Put your face in a book

You bull shit, look

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

Please don't let me be pigeonholed in no regular job

A book full of blank pages

So let 'em chase love

They told me worthless verses in different versions of the same book,

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

This is the part where we run hip hop