This is a song about "Blank paper"

In the society you're the blank paper, stagnate as everything moves around ya

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

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

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

Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

All the way to day 1, blank canvas

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last