This is a song about "Pages"

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

Like a book full of pages, that can't be read,

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

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

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

And take it out on the pages

Mama always told me i’d be famous

So let 'em chase love

A book full of blank pages

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

- picking by pages, about to show my flow/