This is a song about "Book of the dead"

I used to have a nine to five

Of the book of your life

The book that you wrote, i defaced it,

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Every possible plausible excuse in the book.

And end it all, it's the next chapter in this book

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

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

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

That the crook just took over so book

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took