This is a song about "Pink post it paper"

Still the man with the pan

And post the shit on instagram

This is my story, it flows through ink and gets printed on paper.

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Gotta lotta shit to say but it down on paper call it off the top

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

Post it to they head, leave em a mental note

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time

He started to sing and then post it online

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

The pen, it hits the paper, move mountains, the ink, it drips,