This is a song about "Read"

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Just read half of these lyrics,

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

I've read the textbook front to back/

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Can't beleive the ryhmes i have read

Cutting me this worthless check

And for the shit that i just read,

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

I was shocked when i read your response

Know every language, i read your body language

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Kill 'em witha rhythm, read them your past,

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Last of a dying breed

See, if he read this sheet,