This is a song about "About the paper"

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

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

He lying i’m on papers

Pen and paper, peel the layers

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

See, i like the person that you are

Lay off the paper one finger

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

I fly em, i’m outta reachcause denim is everything

Get up and grab your paper fore the money tree begins burning

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing