This is a song about "Rhyme book"

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Put your face in a book

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

And actually put out a rhyme

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Of the book of your life

I go to bed reading my book

We was loonie i suppose, you could

A book full of blank pages

Ass shots is a plus

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

My book case looks like a psych. room

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Before i met you, i was a lonely book