This is a song about "Book"

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

This rap thing is a book...

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

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Of the book of your life

Sky high, iced out paradise

Yea, i been humble too long

My book is sacred forsworn

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

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

I want to write a book

My bitches fuck me good

That the crook just took over so book

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood