This is a song about "Page"

And get to work on a new beats page

While half my mental belongs in a cage

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

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

At 12am everynight i expect to get a text or page

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Peep gamedon't let the money make you change

Give a speech so we're on the same page

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

Yeah, i'm close minded, and never gon' change

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

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

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

As i release myself onto this page

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

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range