This is a song about "Blank pages"

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

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

Blank and expressionless, heart beating zombie

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas

Now youre stuck up in your middle ages flipping pages

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

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

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

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

I'll bet my wages, i'll wager that i'm filling the pages,

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference