This is a song about "No book"

Of the book of your life

Rollin' down the four o five

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

I'd write a book but it would have no title,

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

I'm the book, the king of receiving prizes.

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Every morning that i wake up im looking on face book

But one day that book will be famous

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Every possible plausible excuse in the book.

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

Man did i get that, i could write a book on the love in her eyes with no setbacks