This is a song about "The book night by elie wiesel"

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

Numbed by the night and all that accompanies it,

On a little secret, don't judge a book by it's cover

This man can single handedly save the culture

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

This shit's a busy world like the book by richard scarry,

Because nobody told them the world isnt in a book

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

The book foretells, to dispel the spell, placed upon him by the belle

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

That the crook just took over so book

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Right flows down and they might go nice

Of the book of your life

But by now, im on face book crying with all caps

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks