This is a song about "Getting that paper"

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

Writing off scraps of the paper, know i might not make raps that are major

They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

See, i'm not only getting older but i feel that i'm getting colder

Aside from that, i honestly don't think that you're getting this

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Getting the clothes for free that i'm wearing

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

How does it feel getting beat by paper and scissors?

Lyrics his only friend, his brain could be let loose with that paper and pen

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them