This is a song about "Getting paper"

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Yo, heres a paper bag,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

Huh, i can't interpret her

Left me like a blank white paper

Hold on to the now, cuz i know sex be changing everything

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

But i let off everything i have

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

What the fuck happened to rap when

This paper to the pen

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Your team is full of squares, graph paper

These fake words and vague terms written on paper,

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her