This is a song about "Got no girlfriend but making paper"

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Now i've got more than this paper lookin back at me

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

But every time you do something, i get my pen and paper

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Got nothing left but ashes, glanced and got no chances

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

No slow demonstrations finally motivation to get making