This is a song about "Bettie page"

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

And get to work on a new beats page

Said her hearts, in a cage

Well guess what i'm turning the page

And don't throw words from a dictionary's first page.

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range

They fasting they won't leave me ate

I flipped the page, scripted and made,

Got in more trouble as i got up that age

As i release myself onto this page

I vent my anger and frustrations and thrust them on this page/

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

Yeah, i'm close minded, and never gon' change

There is no sunshine on this page

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

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