This is a song about "Page is hot"

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Number of victims run off the page/

And i pray that never change

My words are blesses on this page

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

I’m the king of rock

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

There is no sunshine on this page

With foreign names, valet the range

This is why i'm hot much hotter than a frying pan

Now you gotta understand i was a family man

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

Ain't no more of writer's block, fightin' hot, hip-hop is dead

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

Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn