This is a song about "I aint reading lyrics"

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I go to bed reading my book

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

I tear up reading your crap, like what was that

I got demeted lyrics

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

Probably do after reading that rap that i just listed

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

Reading texts wanting draws which i never denied

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

As i write lyrics that send

Hold up yea we the best

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

When i was reading a heathen his rites