This is a song about "The library"

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Fill the library of a college , flying my vision like a cockpit,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

And i am one of one

The bigger the the fun

Car with no limit what

Stuck in the in the tub,

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Don't worry bout a thang baby

The fiends supply the shady