This is a song about "Blank page"

Driving my car to a foreign place

Facin' this blank page, feels like it's been eight days

As i release myself onto this page

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

Let's pretend he never picked up, left the pages blank,

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Give a speech so we're on the same page

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

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

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

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

All the way to day 1, blank canvas

Blank check? so you're what happened to brian bonsall?

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall