This is a song about "Paper bags"

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Get your paper, see you later

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

I want millions of body bags

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

Im sexing her bodyim gonna make her crawl

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

To go from sellin’ bags to bottles right out the store

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for