This is a song about "Cigarette paper"

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

May just gon' bring hobo back

Yo, heres a paper bag,

It started with a pen and paper,

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

So if i do call it's just a check

Caught you smokin' my last cigarette,

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Be quite while i light this cigarette

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,