This is a song about "Papers exams tansiom"

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

So you can keep that joint i don't fuck around with papers

Justen bebar's lyrical rhymed papers

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

Its now when my exams are in the prime time

Stop debaters, lost your papers? i'll call in the operators,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Because our exams become the challenging fence

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

You question wasting money on those papers at the store

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

My lines created on papers to be honest is a sensation

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

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them