This is a song about "Book job"

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

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

This rap thing is a book...

You bull shit, look

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

I go to bed reading my book

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

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

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Every possible plausible excuse in the book.

Take her back to where i live

Of the book of your life

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Then write another hook in my mac book