This is a song about "The pages that you took"

Like a book full of pages, that can't be read,

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

You stomped on the blacks, took 'em, made it harder,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

That the crook just took over so book

Aye, hold your head homie, look

And you took all the love that i gave

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Cutting me this worthless check

You just took a hit upside the head

I let her decorate the real estate

I put my heart on the line and you took the bait

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

I left the pages blank for all the thankless wasted days,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

And get that pussy when i took her to the funeral