This is a song about "Paper cut"

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

What's what, whos buzz was cut,

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

But u cut me like a paper cut this time im had enough/

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

Cut me like bacon i'll cut you up like leeks

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets