This is a song about "Blank spaces"

Genocide to white spaces

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

Grosse pointes blank popping in your back before i cut slack

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

She said that she saw my name as a blank check

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

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

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

Ohhh, wait 'til i get back to campus

All the way to day 1, blank canvas

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

We avoid the truth when it's shooting at us at point blank

Model bitches is on line like "beliebers" on twitter

Party hearty hardly awake, mind blank from the hard liquor