This is a song about "Page armstrong"

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

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

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

So maybe like aids, y’all ain’t up on the right page,

Peep gamedon't let the money make you change

Give a speech so we're on the same page

Well guess what i'm turning the page

With foreign names, valet the range

Number of victims run off the page/

While half my mental belongs in a cage

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

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

This is just the first page in a series of books

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn

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