This is a song about "Blank pages"

I left the pages blank for all the thankless wasted days,

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

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

And nowadays niggas stand behind em like clive davis

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

Y'all think i'd ever leave the pages blank? i'm supposed to flow so

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

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

I'm a monster with pen and blank paper

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

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

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

Blank and expressionless, heart beating zombie

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free