This is a song about "Book of revelation"

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I go to bed reading my book

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

No assignments, book of rhyming and i’m drawing doodles

But i guess that shit's just tough love

A book full of blank pages

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Put your face in a book

The first indication, a revelation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Book of eli, i just came to fill my water jug

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Book of poetics, like ancient relics when i rhyme

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

Sky high, iced out paradise

Of the book of your life