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

But i've got no intentions of bestowing lessons

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Miles away but you got no smiles

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

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

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

But no, i wasn't prepared, you were all that i got

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

I suppose ive got no choice but to make do,

Take you out kentland and show you a zoo

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

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

But nope, i'm interested in a topic i got no chance wit,