This is a song about "Pencils paper autograp"

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

These fake words and vague terms written on paper,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

But no , i still be rocking the pencils,

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

And that i spent the night with her

Ya'll wife and white knight her

Left me like a blank white paper

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Bet i get like 8 of them

This paper to the pen