This is a song about "Read"

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

Kill 'em witha rhythm, read them your past,

They bringing me fish and chips

Just read half of these lyrics,

By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

Like a book full of pages, that can't be read,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

See, if he read this sheet,

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

How the fuck did you write,its so hilarious to read

But that's not what i read.

Like sally mae on college debt

I read it, the fine lines

All the time with this glock of mines

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

You must read in between these lines,