This is a song about "Paper cut"

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Your team is full of squares, graph paper

I got something you've been waiting for

Don’t you ever get too comfortable

Rumple paper into a bundle,

Spread the slush, paper thin, "ouch a paper cut" oozing a lot-a blood

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Bueller dwells, but i cut school to cut screws through a weld.

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

You is not hip then i can not coach her

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,