This is a song about "Yellow pages"

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

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

Commence like dick costello, penants rise blue n yellow

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Once it's ink gets on its pages

A book full of blank pages

See boy she been in love

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Now youre stuck up in your middle ages flipping pages

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Yellow diamonds iced up, purple drank white cup