This is a song about "Blank confession"

Left me like a blank white paper

Earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator

I know they pay me too much of attention

Strictly cali bud that's no confession

When i became eleven. same age i made my first confession,

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

As i'm sitting in this chair, my mind goes blank/

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I'm a monster with pen and blank paper

I'm an adolescent, i'm not heaven sent, here's my confession

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

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

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Wanna hear my greatest hit, here pop in this blank disk

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list