This is a song about "Cigarette paper"

Left me like a blank white paper

The ice ain't really nothing to her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Like the kind you find on cigarette packs

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Be quite while i light this cigarette

Kick back and know yo son set

Teenagers askin for a cigarette

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Whether its, chaw, or a cigarette, well, im into it,

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

And that i spent the night with her