This is a song about "Fake book"

I've never been one for spoiling the end of a book,

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

If i die before i wake

All you niggas dead , dead fake

They told me worthless verses in different versions of the same book,

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

She self made, i'm self made

Ur love was always fake

And end it all, it's the next chapter in this book

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

A book full of blank pages

The way she walks and causes a fuss

You can think i'm a fake,

Way too much right here is at stake

I want to write a book

Aye, hold your head homie, look