This is a song about "How i get paper"

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

But no matter how depressed i get

That's when you know you doing shit

How about i just get right to it

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

How did i get so strange? i'm from an awful place

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Needed to get on a paper route

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

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

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone