This is a song about "Getting paper"

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

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

I fly em, i’m outta reachcause denim is everything

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

Baby all i do is rap

Yo, heres a paper bag,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

This paper to the pen

Flyer then the rest of them

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Light this paper and huddle,

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

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

Baby, you know who you are

You never tasted paper