This is a song about "Page armstrong"

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

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

I flipped the page, scripted and made,

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

As i release myself onto this page

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

Before we learn to fly, somebody else should trycockin' guns, smokin', we can all make a change

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

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

At 12am everynight i expect to get a text or page

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

I vent my anger and frustrations and thrust them on this page/

There is no sunshine on this page

Magic city a lil bit of change