This is a song about "Close reading"

I pull out the creed but right before i started reading

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Reading books on female anatomy for leisure

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Fuck you all (for reading this shit)

I know what you do with that

While reading it i got a heart attack

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

Ain't no women at the shows

So while you worry about the hoes

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Like a line full of hoes

You're getting too close

Just reading on this untitled freestyle

They say i don't never smile