This is a song about "Blank"

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Of the real intellectuals, brains not blank as my pages,

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

We avoid the truth when it's shooting at us at point blank

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Read in between those blank sheets of paper, then you’ll see,

It's out to see like a mariner, get back into character, grab another blank page

Before we learn to fly, somebody else should trycockin' guns, smokin', we can all make a change

Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like

I make a way for my people to see the light

Takin' my shots, i aim for the top 'till the day that i drop, i'll rape this blank,

Cause life's a tasktrying to earn some cash without that burning mass and still i ask

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

It's dangerous, the game is a test to our blank brains,

A book full of blank pages

I can teach you all the sounds of love