This is a song about "Book job"

You have no job, just lazy.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

My brother need a new job

Rollin' down the four o five

Of the book of your life

Michelangelo portrait meet mia angelou notebook

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

Shit is on silent all day long

My book is sacred forsworn

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Then write another hook in my mac book

Then write another hook in my mac book

We was loonie i suppose, you could