This is a song about "Bettie page"

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Turn the page, ya piece of waste

#scribble on my page and #preach

Not cocky, that's just honest speech

See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change

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

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

Get some super glue, and stick your face to the blue page,

Number of victims run off the page/

Magic city a lil bit of change

If i die before i wake

I flipped the page, scripted and made,

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

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

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

Got in more trouble as i got up that age