This is a song about "Old books"

Got ma head in da books

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Sixteen years old with a old thang

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

He's in the books he's in the cites

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

Readin' all the books watched, inspired by movie scenes,

Whoever's writing my books using permanent

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

So many psych. books you would think i am crazy

Where your whereabouts baby? i care about you lady