This is a song about "Page 11"

Number of victims run off the page/

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range

As i release myself onto this page

Yeah, i'm close minded, and never gon' change

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

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

Lyrics on the page and i am such a tease

And i know - there'll never be peace

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

Peep gamedon't let the money make you change

Because i'm turning over a new page,

With foreign names, valet the range

My words are blesses on this page

Said her hearts, in a cage

There is no sunshine on this page

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range