This is a song about "Origami"

Rock em sock em your fucking style is as plain as white rice

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Did the model, took a flight to the golden state

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

Broken promises, a butterfly wounded in flight/

Naked woman rub my back

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Send foes back to heathrow book a flight to heaven

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

These fake words and vague terms written on paper,

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her