This is a song about "Pencil and paper"

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

You can search but you'll never find

That means go and get that paper too

And all the shit you went through

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

And i'm ill when i murder shit, pages split the pencil,

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

So i suppose it's time to start and pull out the pen, pad, and paper

Brandun deshay, hodgy beats, ace the creator

These fake words and vague terms written on paper,

With my pencil, i'm amusing and it heightens my credentials

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

I'm a monster with pen and blank paper

But every time you do something, i get my pen and paper

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her