This is a song about "Boring books"

Got ma head in da books

I flash smiles at the mean looks

He's in the books he's in the cites

Nigga fuck the black and whites

Or run through a pothole at two in the morning

On my one, no one else cause i'm just boring,

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Whoever's writing my books using permanent

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Focused on the hooks instead of my books

Beating the boring and banal

And could i be a star