This is a song about "Paper chasets"

Im on a paper chase

In his body and face

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

Rolling up' paper planes

While working on my mistakes

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

You is not hip then i can not coach her

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

And i got that bait, they all bad

Yo, heres a paper bag,

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Let's pretend he never scribbled on the pieces of paper,