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

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

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

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

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

Because the darkness, is just, the absence of light

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

The world would die because of it

Get the zippo and spark the shit

And end it all, it's the next chapter in this book

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Fights break out because of the little things

I think it's more racist than ratings

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

I've never been one for spoiling the end of a book,

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood