This is a song about "Read"

Know every language, i read your body language

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

When i get my hands on nines

I read it, the fine lines

You must read in between these lines,

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Read her pleasure with my eyeballs

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Can't beleive the ryhmes i have read

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

This should be read like hieroglyphics

And the v12, that's on various trips

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

This is for everyone to read and enjoy

Trying to give them light and a message

Don't read into it too much