This is a song about "Blank slate"

Read in between those blank sheets of paper, then you’ll see,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

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

A book full of blank pages

Thought this was forever love

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

We never spray a tool unless to protect, we wipe the slate clean,

Took the van, went snatch her

Left me like a blank white paper

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Wanna hear my greatest hit, here pop in this blank disk

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

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

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

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