This is a song about "Book of revalations"

That the crook just took over so book

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Put your face in a book

My nigga, no hook

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

Every possible plausible excuse in the book.

Book of life but we on a seperate page

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

My written's imprinted in the hidden book of the dead

It's a book, it provide one with all sorts of inspiration

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Recreating less gorified scenes in my book hiden in my mind of killin kind,

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind