This is a song about "Blank pages"

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

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

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

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

A book full of blank pages

So let 'em chase love

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Got the pages blank, and we don't break the bank 'cuz we broke, and you ain't even know it,

I'm a monster with pen and blank paper

Ay yo you wonder who i are

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

And take it out on the pages

Rub the wood and ima show em love

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

- picking by pages, about to show my flow/