This is a song about "Cigarette paper"

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

See, she would complained of the tested nature

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Cause you're most likely to crash

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

Walk outside grab out a tobacco lined cigarette, and light it up,

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

But i don't need a cigarette, know what i mean?

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Teenagers askin for a cigarette

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Top dropped down, black on black