This is a song about "Getting that paper"

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

Soldier? now that i'm just getting older

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

Some underhanded plans witnessed a man diewas only fifteen, should have been a beauty queen, still

If you're that god-awful, coulda just asked, i got some copy paper and bashur's stencil

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

You're just mad that i'm like expensive toilet paper

& i ain't ever getting caught / hit licks & pawn that

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Never let her slip when it come that paper chase

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

But i leave at that on paper, don't go to people and talk smack