This is a song about "How i get paper"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

But every time you do something, i get my pen and paper

I'm after you bringing traffic through

That means go and get that paper too

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

I write gold it's a paper retriever

How does it feel getting beat by paper and scissors?

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

How did i get trapped within, confined

For that paper, i'mma grind

How do i get out, what ways where, what ways home

This nigga jasper trying to get grown