This is a song about "Tears on the page"

Girls wanna have fun, and a nigga with some change

Their spitting off the page ripping off you're face on stage

Got in more trouble as i got up that age

So maybe like aids, y’all ain’t up on the right page,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Got smite, 'here lies, on the fourth of july', they recite as you cried tears,

Wetter than a swish and i never miss

Tears on my necklace, reckless, sexless/

#scribble on my page and #preach

Not cocky, that's just honest speech

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range

Number of victims run off the page/

Crossin' off the page that it's jotted on and just toss it

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Sorry for what i did tears poured on the floor.