This is a song about "Professional paper"

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Turning into a professional,

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

I keep it professional so my actions are kinda skeptical,

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Smokin' weed like i'm a rastafarian professional

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Feeling ripped off, like ya went to college and majored in professional disc golf

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

Your team is full of squares, graph paper

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