This is a song about "Pencils paper autograp"

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

But i'm not in the first place

Im on a paper chase

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

But no , i still be rocking the pencils,

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

I dont know where my pencils at!?

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

This paper to the pen

So we can live again

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

Folarin, the muse of the hater