This is a song about "Reading"

I go to bed reading my book

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Reading texts wanting draws which i never denied

Now my momma mentioned the day before what she would like

Every week nosy cunts reading a magazine

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

The elite don't want you dreaming or reading, let alone leading

Got the priest reading sermons for the catholics,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Students fresh their studies by reading me!

Catch me out in barcelona, reading chomsky, feeling lean

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Just reading on this untitled freestyle

It's real dog, i live in the fire