This is a song about "To read"

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Do you not re-read your shit before you take it to the mat son.

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

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Soon to be number three read my lyrics as i beat thee,

Now i can draw your face up pretty

You want to know the play, better read quickly

All on the furniture with no regards

And read to him all these passages and psalms

Waiting to be read, you got me off of my hook,

Since nautica was popular than popular for good