This is a song about "Can i read"

I read a cops lips once

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Can't beleive the ryhmes i have read

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before i lay 'em

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

But that's not what i read.

You already know you're dead

And i also read shit i thought wasn't true

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

Know every language, i read your body language

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

I didnt even read half the shit you said

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Only can read what i write, this would sound better on wax

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks