This is a song about "Book report"

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

I go to bed reading my book

Every possible plausible excuse in the book.

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

My motherfucking doctor said i need a doctor

A book for inspiration started sayin' "why bother"

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

A book full of blank pages

Look at my report card, it is apparent

But she was talking about my pendant

The book that you wrote, i defaced it,

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Then write another hook in my mac book

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good