This is a song about "Writing a book"

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

Before i met you, i was a lonely book

Because nobody told them the world isnt in a book

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Like a book that girl is overdue

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

Writing rhymes is a fetish

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

Keep writing and develop a sound

A world comsumed by the book of faces

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

In case, i get replaced, i'm a book with blank pages,