This is a song about "Papers and mail"

Lives to be lost papers more important enforcement endorsed with outa warrant

Dangerously vicious mentally retarded when im swinging kickin the dust,

You're wasting space like junk mail and sperm whales,

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

And i'm still hurtin over pops

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

You question wasting money on those papers at the store

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Take out your favorite papers

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Justen bebar's lyrical rhymed papers