This is a song about "Pages"

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,

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

I have 1000 pages and people read me because i'm the smartest!

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

Let's pretend he never picked up, left the pages blank,

Unable to rest 'til i'm sprayin' these pages, creatin' displays of my favorite expression

And see mostly all of them have made you somewhat incapable of a first impression

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Once it's ink gets on its pages

How can you be on the same page when you skipped the first hundred pages?

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Now youre stuck up in your middle ages flipping pages