This is a song about "Tom page"

Your murder will be front page desert n' last page concern,

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn

You redundant, you never ever change

And get to work on a new beats page

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

There is no sunshine on this page

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

Book of life but we on a seperate page

Number of victims run off the page/

Yeah, i'm close minded, and never gon' change

I flipped the page, scripted and made,

I'm dreaming to be great

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

He's like #tom #'n' #jerry, he gets beaten by mice, so he friggin' tries

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

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge