This is a song about "Filling out a survey that will be in the year book by november 5th"

He just made a huge mistake take me to the king just right away i will book a

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

And who had renounced and prostrate, will soon be jailed in a prison called no way out

Inside we're all the same, equality is commodity it's not about

Filling with more burdens that will one day suffocate me

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Im piloting hip hop after a 5th of vodka in the cockpit

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

I ain't never judged a book by it's cover or the back of it

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

That will be me and you in the ring tonight

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Trying to get back to this thing called love

A world comsumed by the book of faces