This is a song about "Paper chasers"

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Brandun deshay, hodgy beats, ace the creator

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

Physically straight but they cake they behavior

Or something that you paid for

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

You're just mad that i'm like expensive toilet paper

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

These fake words and vague terms written on paper,

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

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

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

Baby, you know who you are