This is a song about "Page"

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

This is just the first page in a series of books

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

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

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

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

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

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

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

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

Girls wanna have fun, and a nigga with some change

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

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

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

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