This is a song about "Transfer papers"

Got acres of papers, like i played for the la lakers.

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Talking of the gods you serve

Heart out to the papers

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

I roll up these papers so tight, puffin' em out with all my might//

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Yo since '010 i've been strikin' papers with my pen,

He can always transfer for my suffer to they other side,

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

A nuisance, wasting time, cutting and pasting headlines in the papers

Lookin in them papers im like

My uncle pulled me to the side