This is a song about "Paper areoplanes"

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

I got something you've been waiting for

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Or something that you paid for

I'm a monster with pen and blank paper

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Your team is full of squares, graph paper

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

You is not hip then i can not coach her

It started with a pen and paper,