This is a song about "Yellow pages"

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Of the real intellectuals, brains not blank as my pages,

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Just gave up $30 for yellow bristle grass,

Now youre stuck up in your middle ages flipping pages

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

And take it out on the pages

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

I'll bet my wages, i'll wager that i'm filling the pages,

Take ya ass down the yellow brink road motherfucker

Call me cocky i love it, baby father a sucker

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

Let's pretend he never picked up, left the pages blank,

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

- picking by pages, about to show my flow/