This is a song about "Getting paper"

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

Im on a paper chase

And pray for better days

This paper to the pen

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

These fake words and vague terms written on paper,

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Left me like a blank white paper

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

And then along came the wrong man for her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Rumple paper into a bundle,