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

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

The world would die because of it

Because at the end of the day,

Get in the mood on blacc friday

Michelangelo portrait meet mia angelou notebook

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

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

Beat her with a medical book, page opens like the setting of a stage,

Because the darkness, is just, the absence of light

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Every possible plausible excuse in the book.

Of the book of your life

Rollin' down the four o five