This is a song about "The person who wrote it on my book"

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

And end it all, it's the next chapter in this book

Made the serpent my servant, wrote down my murder sermon.

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

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

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

Readin' a book n flippin' it loose,that's what the reality asked.

She don't really care about anyone advice

Of that one special person who would complete my life.

It all depends on the person you want to be

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Im the baddiest lil person that been on this earth

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Smoke ? you know it taste good

My life’s an open book