This is a song about "Paper airplane"

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Your team is full of squares, graph paper

I'm a monster with pen and blank paper

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Rolling up' paper planes

It’s something that’s in your veins

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

He better stare down at his watch and nod as his airplane stops

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Been spending most our lives

Belly full of paper bills

Good kids make bad grown ups

Ink, feather, and paper cuts