This is a song about "Blank space"

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

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

All the way to day 1, blank canvas

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

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

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

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

I'm a monster with pen and blank paper

"contemplate", i wrote about her

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Experimentation with inflation, float away in space and place a space station,

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

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