This is a song about "The book of romans"

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

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Book of poetics, like ancient relics when i rhyme

In time we learned to live a life of crime

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Book of eli, i just came to fill my water jug

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

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

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

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

The book that you wrote, i defaced it,

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Got in more trouble as i got up that age

Book of life but we on a seperate page

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

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