This is a song about "Pink post it paper"

So deep in that pussy it gives me pink eye

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

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

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

She grabs her post-it note, turns it to a kite

I'm the jew, in the jewel store, bagging all these new whores,

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

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

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

And post the shit on instagram

Whether it's a beat or a scam

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her