This is a song about "Paper chaser"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

And use your blood as a drinking chaser after i down a baser

Pen and paper, peel the layers

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

But i let off everything i have

Rolling up' paper planes

I like my girls skinny with brains

I chill now...cop a little ice later

Your team is full of squares, graph paper

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

The paper to the pen.

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

To have a face off with the grand chaser