This is a song about "My note book"

Won't run out anytime soon

My book case looks like a psych. room

Been running around trying find a job

I perfect every note

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

Ya'll niggas better whip up a potion my flow so rough my rap book

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Imma have to get a book from my daddy,

Then write another hook in my mac book

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Here i am, read a book, but you're my one and only hook

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

My nigga, no hook

My life’s an open book

My written's imprinted in the hidden book of the dead

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head