This is a song about "About the paper"

The pen, it hits the paper, move mountains, the ink, it drips,

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

Now she attentive, i bet she listen to everything

So i suppose it's time to start and pull out the pen, pad, and paper

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

Let's pretend he never scribbled on the pieces of paper,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

The paper to the pen.

In the heartz of men

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Finishing the paper while haters be stuck at the thesis!

It's like you're my mirror

Lay off the paper one finger