This is a song about "Pages"

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

And i'm ill when i murder shit, pages split the pencil,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

With their names in history pages and created places and phases

A book full of blank pages

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Mama always told me i’d be famous

Once it's ink gets on its pages

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Now youre stuck up in your middle ages flipping pages

In case, i get replaced, i'm a book with blank pages,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Ive had more stories,than youve ever read pages

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

Of the real intellectuals, brains not blank as my pages,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush