This is a song about "Web page block"

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

Well guess what i'm turning the page

See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change

Get some super glue, and stick your face to the blue page,

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

There is no sunshine on this page

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

At 12am everynight i expect to get a text or page

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn

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

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Best on this web-site,oh wait you already knew it

As i release myself onto this page

Magic city a lil bit of change

With foreign names, valet the range

My words are blesses on this page