This is a song about "Paper airplane"

And ya'll don't know no beef

Niggas smokin paper and leaf

Folarin, the muse of the hater

You never tasted paper

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

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

Left me like a blank white paper

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

It’s something that’s in your veins

Rolling up' paper planes

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her