This is a song about "How i get paper"

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Bitch i get so much paper it's like a delivery

About some tyga beef shit

How about i just get right to it

Needed to get on a paper route

Pockets probably like fried food

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

You other rappers think its about how much paper u stash

But no matter how depressed i get

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

I write gold it's a paper retriever