This is a song about "Pages"

I'll bet my wages, i'll wager that i'm filling the pages,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

I can teach you all the sounds of love

A book full of blank pages

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

Wrote so many hit almost bout a million pages

And take it out on the pages

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Fuck lil wayne, and coach carter, im a baller, who goes harder than the heat and faggy lakers,

Hear my story than sus the pages, reading rhymes with fresh flavour for those haters,

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Tumbler rapist eatting pages

Once it's ink gets on its pages

And panned out, i'm all in love

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

I left the pages blank for all the thankless wasted days,