This is a song about "Don t judge my book"

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Twista finna get up on the track

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

You know my name not my talent so don't judge

Won't run out anytime soon

My book case looks like a psych. room

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

So guess what my thesis was? "don't judge a book by it's cover, or you will be left to wonder"

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

See, wages is minimum

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now