This is a song about "Rhyme book"

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Every morning that i wake up im looking on face book

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Writing rhyme after rhyme every year

A book full of blank pages

Ships that sail to distant places

Better than your bitch would

Put your face in a book

And end it all, it's the next chapter in this book

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

They told me worthless verses in different versions of the same book,

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

This rap thing is a book...

She got that good good

I'm the book, the king of receiving prizes.

I can teach you all the sounds of love