This is a song about "Read"

Snapple fact: you rather wack

I've read the textbook front to back/

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Just read half of these lyrics,

Jeremy scotts, 3 stripes

I read it, the fine lines

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Minds are something i don't read

Left in dire shock, control entire blocks, his thoughts are read,

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Shit you've read rapping from my bed

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

Not for anyone to read or delete it.

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Don't read into it too much