This is a song about "Paper airplane"

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Like an old paper plate

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

Miss i want to read into your nature

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Flying first class on my airplane

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

Yo, heres a paper bag,

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

I got something you've been waiting for

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

He better stare down at his watch and nod as his airplane stops

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms