This is a song about "Page"

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

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

Give a speech so we're on the same page

You redundant, you never ever change

I flipped the page, scripted and made,

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

With foreign names, valet the range

Down on the page, laced with rage,

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

When i pull up in that candy range

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

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

Steaming enraged, unleashing my rage, released on the page,

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