This is a song about "Old books"

Then some lady named billie holiday

He wasn't ever there to read him books or play

Runnin a liberation, neutralization comes to mind when my rhymes meet yours,

I try to create authentic answers, but it's hard enough to keep to my books

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

And threw my sticker books in a pricker bush

An avid reader of grow books and homicides

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

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

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

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

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

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs