This is a song about "Bettie page"

She's a sex chaser, do whatever for the change

Steaming enraged, unleashing my rage, released on the page,

#scribble on my page and #preach

First class hoes, we on south beach

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

So maybe like aids, y’all ain’t up on the right page,

Magic city a lil bit of change

There is no sunshine on this page

Down on the page, laced with rage,

That k o d a lil bit of change

At 12am everynight i expect to get a text or page

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

Peep gamedon't let the money make you change

Book of life but we on a seperate page

Turn the page, ya piece of waste

But, shorty i'm far from a saint