This is a song about "Dough kush paper hater"

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Kush and oj blaring through the speakers

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

Kush so purple swore it's myth

Sooner, later im a hater looking down on the lyrics on the paper.

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I can give a fuck 'bout no hater

Same bitches used to play me though

You collect foodstamps, i get dough

Me makes you a stranger. turn your back making you a hater.

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for