This is a song about "The library"

I ain't being facetious saying i speak for the culture

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

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

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Intendent attend them, cool cause

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Far away from home

Choked the one on the throne

The bigger the the fun

And i listen to common

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,