This is a song about "Wrong places"

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

I knew there was something wrong.

I get slight work like big sean

There's still so many places i haven't been

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Now im organized/ i feel changes in the strangest places

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

I'm still hitting ladies, in all the sexy places

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

With their names in history pages and created places and phases

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Said everything i do is wrong

Many faces, trading places, diggin' graves, slaves patient,

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint