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

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Of the book of your life

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings

Fights break out because of the little things

We've gon so far astray

Because at the end of the day,

I ride out like one of the horsemen in the book of revelation

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

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

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

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