This is a song about "Oddyssey book 12"

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

The book that you wrote, i defaced it,

A step by step book let

Like a church in debt

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Every possible plausible excuse in the book.

Send foes back to heathrow book a flight to heaven

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Then write another hook in my mac book

Book of poetics, like ancient relics when i rhyme

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

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

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

I go to bed reading my book