This is a song about "The book of job"

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Not even in the colon, so he had to reopen the book of the woven

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,

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

And end it all, it's the next chapter in this book

A hustler and cam famous, you damn anus

A world comsumed by the book of faces

Of the book of your life

I just shake dice

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

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

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

I run out on the job.

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

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet