This is a song about "Book job"

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

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

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Of the book of your life

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Then write another hook in my mac book

Probably die getting some head

A step by step book let

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

He couldnt flip a pancake.. i wonder how he got the job

Like they're giving me a rim job

Believe me i'mma be your god

Put your face in a book

To mcs that don't rhyme good