This is a song about "Page armstrong"

My words are blesses on this page

With foreign names, valet the range

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Because i'm turning over a new page,

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

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

Spit rhyme after rhyme, i'm flying off the page

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

So i ain’t doing shit, i’m just slowly flipping a page,

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

Well guess what i'm turning the page

You redundant, you never ever change

There is no sunshine on this page

1-900-wale, nigga keep the change

This is just the first page in a series of books

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours