This is a song about "The book boy road dahi"

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

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

Trippin like i road the bus

Made from the brain of me, most genius

A world comsumed by the book of faces

I can teach you all the sounds of love

I'm puffing the bud to give up on the road

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

With the same pace, looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Because nobody told them the world isnt in a book

Rollin' down the four o five

Of the book of your life