This is a song about "Paper"

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

And then along came the wrong man for her

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

You never tasted paper

Baby, you know who you are

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

Earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator

This is no trial, this a closed case

Im on a paper chase

The only time i flirt with her

Lay off the paper one finger

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for