This is a song about "The book of fourth grade nothing"

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

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

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

I mesomorph, into a dwarf, after engulfing the fourth quartz.

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

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

But he don't rule a thing

The flooding of the nothing

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

My mind is full of nothing but words, but nothing refers as the punishment

That the crook just took over so book

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

Beat her with a medical book, page opens like the setting of a stage,