This is a song about "Paige the noteboo"

Can’t you see just how long my run

The bigger the the fun

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

And of course, my car's off course

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

To me you’re like a brother, so be my mother lover

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

I'm the client you're the broker/

And then along came the wrong man for her

Trynna start over like im turning the page paige

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange