This is a song about "Book job"

I go to bed reading my book

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I want to write a book

Showed your lil' ass look

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

This rap thing is a book...

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

Right flows down and they might go nice

Of the book of your life

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Put your face in a book

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Every possible plausible excuse in the book.