This is a song about "Blank"

Cause life's a tasktrying to earn some cash without that burning mass and still i ask

Takin' my shots, i aim for the top 'till the day that i drop, i'll rape this blank,

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Grosse pointes blank popping in your back before i cut slack

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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

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

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

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

It's out to see like a mariner, get back into character, grab another blank page

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

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

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank