This is a song about "Book shelf"

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Then write another hook in my mac book

My bitches fuck me good

My life’s an open book

Tried and i've searched but i'm like that missing book from the shelf

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

Then write another hook in my mac book

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

A step by step book let

Finding more light to shed

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

You may feel like a lost book on the top shelf foregone

Put your face in a book

Aye, hold your head homie, look