This is a song about "Book report"

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Then write another hook in my mac book

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

My life’s an open book

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

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

Here i go again, falling in love

My book case looks like a psych. room

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

A step by step book let

That's boa, see that's my set

A book full of blank pages

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs