This is a song about "Pink post it paper"

Im rich and lazy i don't chase the paper it just chases me

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

It says in that paper book that we should love each other,

To me you’re like a brother, so be my mother lover

This is like love, that you can never get

Stay chain paper funk a hater he can get it

We running that show all around the globe

Post it to they head, leave em a mental note

You couldn't step in the zone if i wrote directions on a post-it note

When i be speaking they be geekin' like i'm giving bitches dope

I get to the point with my rap plots 'n' i'll toy with this fags thoughts

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