This is a song about "The book of job"

Every possible plausible excuse in the book.

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

Know you are the king of kings and lord of lords in the book revelations god

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

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

The book that you wrote, i defaced it,

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

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

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

I ain't tryna diss you

May not have the job i want to