This is a song about "Paper cut"

Paper boy make you a believer

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Quick flipping up sexy back

Lady at the frank stand will

Light this paper and huddle,

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

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

Left me like a blank white paper

See, she would complained of the tested nature

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for