This is a song about "Oddyssey book 12"

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

I go to bed reading my book

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

They told me worthless verses in different versions of the same book,

My book is sacred forsworn

Wonder where i went wrong

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Send foes back to heathrow book a flight to heaven

Then write another hook in my mac book

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

I've never been one for spoiling the end of a book,

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

Then write another hook in my mac book