This is a song about "Ellen page"

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

Get some super glue, and stick your face to the blue page,

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Turn the page, ya piece of waste

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

And don't throw words from a dictionary's first page.

Things to change. i'm not even sure to continue the page.

See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Give a speech so we're on the same page

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

That's why i always wear a sun glass on my picture page

Steaming enraged, unleashing my rage, released on the page,

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

With foreign names, valet the range

Because i'm turning over a new page,