This is a song about "Flippin paper"

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

I've written this shit, flippin' the script but i'm such a menace,

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Im gettin cash im flippin stacks i got my spatulas

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

You never tasted paper

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

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