This is a song about "Blank mind"

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

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

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

I've been poppin' shit off in this bitch, i never left pages blank,

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

Party hearty hardly awake, mind blank from the hard liquor

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

In the society you're the blank paper, stagnate as everything's drawn around ya

My pages are blank, now i realized i’ve that wasted my days,

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace