This is a song about "The book of job"

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

A world comsumed by the book of faces

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Because nobody told them the world isnt in a book

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

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

That the crook just took over so book

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Now momma told me be careful who you love

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

So i can prove you bastards wrong, and fuckin finish the job

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

I ain't never judged a book by it's cover or the back of it

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

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