This is a song about "Paper chacers"

Your team is full of squares, graph paper

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Paper boy make you a believer

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

All you need is a fucking brain and some pen and paper

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Im on a paper chase

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Miss i want to read into your nature

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,