This is a song about "About the paper"

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Get this paper my stomach on e no time for change v im all about benjamin

This paper to the pen

Then lost my faith again

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

Now she attentive, i bet she listen to everything

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Spread the slush, paper thin, "ouch a paper cut" oozing a lot-a blood

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

You can search but you'll never find

Finishing the paper while haters be stuck at the thesis!

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Hold on to the now, cuz i know sex be changing everything

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,