This is a song about "The book of job"

Every possible plausible excuse in the book.

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Now everybody smoke to it, for this is, the celebration

I ride out like one of the horsemen in the book of revelation

But i love my job, getting rid of the defection.

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

On the slow jam of love

A book full of blank pages

If thats your job, call me the saboteur.

The only time i flirt with her

May not have the job i want to

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

I've never been one for spoiling the end of a book,

That the crook just took over so book

Call me a product of my own damn hood