This is a song about "Bettie page"

Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn

Your murder will be front page desert n' last page concern,

Magic city a lil bit of change

Picked up my pen and wrote a page,

That's why i always wear a sun glass on my picture page

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

You redundant, you never ever change

There is no sunshine on this page

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

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

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

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

If i die before i wake

I flipped the page, scripted and made,

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Number of victims run off the page/