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

A world comsumed by the book of faces

She need now, she ain't never needed love

The book that you wrote, i defaced it,

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

And now it's clear as this promise

Trippin like i road the bus

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

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Michelangelo portrait meet mia angelou notebook

Because nobody told them the world isnt in a book

When they here today what you say to them

Leave in the am, on the road again

No ray of joyi'm the boy

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke

Holler if you feel like you've been down the same road (same road)