This is a song about "Book report"

This rap thing is a book...

Aye, hold your head homie, look

And i need you to show me love

A book full of blank pages

The book that you wrote, i defaced it,

I put that nigga in his casket

A book for inspiration started sayin' "why bother"

The devil at the dance hall thirsty for a partner

Put your face in a book

My nigga, no hook

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I want to write a book

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Then write another hook in my mac book

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

While little kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards