This is a song about "History book"

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I want to write a book

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

Then write another hook in my mac book

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Would it alter the course of my history?

Come on this journey

Had a place in history

Every possible plausible excuse in the book.

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

We doin' independently, makin' fuckin' history,

Ya im about make history

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