This is a song about "To read"

Twista finna get up on the track

I've read the textbook front to back/

I've read huey p. newton, listened to malcolm speak,

It’s me, makavelia.k.a tha don of this whole clique

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Read your verse then realised this faggot doesnt know how to spit

This is for everyone to read and enjoy

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

To instill terror in their minds, when you read my lines

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Only had to read half ur shit to know ur not that clever

Since wale met me he only rode a benz or better

I used to read word up magazine

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

He wasn't ever there to read him books or play

I want to feel her in every way