This is a song about "Page armstrong"

Magic city a lil bit of change

Picked up my pen and wrote a page,

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Look on your page, you really think you're boss at the top,

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

She's a sex chaser, do whatever for the change

With foreign names, valet the range

Because i'm turning over a new page,

Well guess what i'm turning the page

When i pull up in that candy range

As i release myself onto this page

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

My words are blesses on this page

And i doubt that ever change

Your murder will be front page desert n' last page concern,

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn