This is a song about "Getting paper"

Your team is full of squares, graph paper

Big black diamond, bigger than a black razor

Rolling up' paper planes

I know what it takes

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Belly full of paper bills

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Paper boy make you a believer

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Where you welcome to problems

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her