This is a song about "Paper"

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

And there's little to be glad for

Magic city tipping them

The paper to the pen.

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Miss i want to read into your nature

Yo, heres a paper bag,

There's crack, there's crack

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

The ice ain't really nothing to her

I'm a monster with pen and blank paper

You know...you know who you are

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Blow trees like a hurricane

Rolling up' paper planes