This is a song about "How i get paper"

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

Of impactful things one can ask for

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

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

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Get up and grab your paper fore the money tree begins burning

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I don't want you to have my permit yet

But no matter how depressed i get