This is a song about "About the paper"

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

He had is tolls on the bench, a paper and pen.

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

Now walk to it with your land mind

Tryna find a secret garden just like tyler the creator

Nigga fuck all the haters, i'm over here gettin' paper

Let's pretend he never scribbled on the pieces of paper,

They trying to be the greatest, their whole signing was a favor

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

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

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Brandun deshay, hodgy beats, ace the creator

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Lay off the paper one finger