This is a song about "Books"

The most of insane of the crooks, got my fame in the books,

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Reading books on female anatomy for leisure

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

From the street, with her books, looking in, as she passed,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Focused on the hooks instead of my books

An avid reader of grow books and homicides

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

He wasn't ever there to read him books or play