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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

My written's imprinted in the hidden book of the dead

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

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

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

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

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

The book that you wrote, i defaced it,

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

Fights break out because of the little things

Right flows down and they might go nice

Of the book of your life