This is a song about "Blank pages"

In case, i get replaced, i'm a book with blank pages,

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

- picking by pages, about to show my flow/

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

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

Pocket racked up all big faces

A book full of blank pages

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Wrote so many hit almost bout a million pages

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

Like a book full of pages, that can't be read,

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

All we need is convienient love

Pens dance across pages,