This is a song about "Book of revelation"

A step by step book let

One day a bed

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Like a book full of pages, that can't be read,

Book of life but we on a seperate page

While half my mental belongs in a cage

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

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

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

I ain't never judged a book by it's cover or the back of it

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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