This is a song about "Book of rhymes"

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

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

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

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Until you ran out of rhymes.

Rollin' down the four o five

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Now do ya get it you can't win i'm king of rhymes

When spitting all of these rhymes

I wish i could have 25 wives

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

I ride out like one of the horsemen in the book of revelation