This is a song about "Paper chacers"

I don’t care where ya are

You never tasted paper

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Talking about the god you serve

Pen and paper, peel the layers

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

These fake words and vague terms written on paper,

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

The crown ruler is back

Yo, heres a paper bag,