This is a song about "The book to kill a mocking bird chapter 8"

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

Say the people who slang are probably just a mocking image of wu tang

Ive got no license to kill

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

I ain't trynna be forward

Too stoned to kill a bird/

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Because nobody told them the world isnt in a book

I gotta tell you that my love is true

A bird swooped to the tree of truth, carried and flew,

I want to write a book

From hollywood to the hood