This is a song about "Papers"

No nosey nelly gon report me to the papers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

A nuisance, wasting time, cutting and pasting headlines in the papers

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Green papers with eagles from a tray that's illegal

I’ll be back on the same night

Lookin in them papers im like

Roll it up in papers to burn a hole like a dutch

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

So log out and soak your lyrical papers

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds