This is a song about "Comic books"

I try to create authentic answers, but it's hard enough to keep to my books

But all that comes out is my eccentric manners, it screws up all my looks

I try to create authentic answers, but it's hard enough to keep to my books

Runnin a liberation, neutralization comes to mind when my rhymes meet yours,

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

You niggas ain't harden, you readin them 50 shades of gray books

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

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

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

I wrote in comic sans, ruminated in the chained wear,

Boo, when i'm lippy, time for my comic villian laughter

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her