This is a song about "Book of rhymes"

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

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Not even in the colon, so he had to reopen the book of the woven

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

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

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

I'm the book, the king of receiving prizes.

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

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

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

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

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

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves