This is a song about "Paige the noteboo"

I bring the heat like the

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Im the one waring the mussel,

Yeah come holla at your uncle

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

The water from the past is the same water in the present

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

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Trynna start over like im turning the page paige