This is a song about "Page armstrong"

This is just the first page in a series of books

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Because i'm turning over a new page,

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

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Turn the page, ya piece of waste

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

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

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

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

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

And get to work on a new beats page

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range

Number of victims run off the page/

Peep gamedon't let the money make you change