This is a song about "Off the papers"

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Cracking throat,scrambling papers,to capture the fame,tracking my veins,

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Lookin in them papers im like

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

Off the edge, causing head to fall off to the side

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

People bring me in the papers the most blatant of news,

Speed up, patience, please cause

//said when the lights shine off

//said when the lights shine off

And i can't help but stare, cause