This is a song about "Paper airplane"

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

Yo, heres a paper bag,

You got reason to brag

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Flying first class on my airplane

Shit, we don't believe none of them

The paper to the pen.

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

The only time i flirt with her