This is a song about "Pencil and paper"

I'm pinning notes on emcees' rooms, red all on their white walls,

Im gettin this paper and shoot it at hatas call it paper balls

All i need is paper and pen

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Niggas smokin paper and leaf

And i know - there'll never be peace

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

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

Of these motherfuckers mentallity that they can keep up with my pad and my pencil

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Writing raps with pencil and lead, lines i'm ready instead

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

Been trying to put it down long after i was signed