This is a song about "Truman doctrine"

I'm everything that they call nice

Read the words to this lyrical masterpiece

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

So guess what my thesis was? "don't judge a book by it's cover, or you will be left to wonder"

Paint a picture of a thousand word scripture,

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

That's why i already stated that's the scripture of the devil,

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

Kid, with my man theory holding me down, with our crown

Yeah, that my sista and i'm so proud how she hold it down

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Know every language, i read your body language

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

I was shocked when i read your response

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

I read it, the fine lines