This is a song about "The book because of winn dixie"

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

A book full of blank pages

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

All because the immaturity of their selfish schemes

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Not even in the colon, so he had to reopen the book of the woven

The world would die because of it

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

Because of all the drink i had i can't remember last night

Music and tabs of dixie land, take your luck with this rapper.

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her