This is a song about "Tears on the page"

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Steaming enraged, unleashing my rage, released on the page,

Down on the page, laced with rage,

That k o d a lil bit of change

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

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

Sorry for what i did tears poured on the floor.

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range

Ya we read the same book but we wasnt on the same page.

Well guess what i'm turning the page

And i pray that never change

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

Sorry for what i did tears poured on the floor.

You ain't gotta hit the club no more