This is a song about "Blank sapces"

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Facin' this blank page, feels like it's been eight days

A book full of blank pages

I can teach you all the sounds of love

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

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

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

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

She said that she saw my name as a blank check

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

But the plan is to show you that i understand

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

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

All the way to day 1, blank canvas