This is a song about "Flippin paper"

Cracks what i'm flippin and i'm shippin it in fuckin pounds

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Fell asleep in first class

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

You never tasted paper

Usin lyrical gadgets flippin a rap mattress on it's back like an acrobat does

Run around like a bogus copying peoples raps expecting em not to notice

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper