This is a song about "Paper chaser"

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Good love then i can do that for her

I'm a monster with pen and blank paper

Folarin, the muse of the hater

You never tasted paper

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

These fake words and vague terms written on paper,

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

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

And i’ma need some more patron i don’t want no chaser

Light this paper and huddle,

No one notice your struggle