This is a song about "Hating to read"

Read the words to this lyrical masterpiece

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

I've read huey p. newton, listened to malcolm speak,

Torture to look in the mirror hating what you see

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

Waiting to be read, you got me off of my hook,

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

This song to retaliate this discrimination of fakes who are hating

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

To instill terror in their minds, when you read my lines

Two eyes to read to be seeing the fuckin proof why

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Not for anyone to read or delete it.

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that