This is a song about "Papers and mail"

Yo since '010 i've been strikin' papers with my pen,

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Green papers with eagles from a tray that's illegal

Porn star head, she gon’ suck it like a sequel

Talking of the gods you serve

Take out your favorite papers

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

I'll mail them to your door and send a note

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

While other simply strike papers, thought they were my friends,

So log out and soak your lyrical papers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Cracking throat,scrambling papers,to capture the fame,tracking my veins,