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

Bitch say im hot smoking on by the night nigga you ain't know about the life

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

I ain't being facetious saying i speak for the culture

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Spray by the book and you'd get guys crippling

Breath held tight, biting your lip, and your dead by night/

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

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

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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

Numbed by the night and all that accompanies it,

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

I know your man ain't lovin you right

Patroling the streets at night,