This is a song about "Oddyssey book 12"

Book of poetics, like ancient relics when i rhyme

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Because nobody told them the world isnt in a book

Send foes back to heathrow book a flight to heaven

Like wolverine stepson attacking a deadly weapon

This information is vital, look

I go to bed reading my book

No hook, fuck a hook

I want to write a book

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

A book for inspiration started sayin' "why bother"

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

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

And end it all, it's the next chapter in this book

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