This is a song about "How i get paper"

I write gold it's a paper retriever

I stayed away from reading the plain dealer

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

Instead i sit alone writing lyrics on a crumpled piece of paper

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

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Hope you know now this is how i get riled up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,