This is a song about "Paper cut"

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

What's what, whos buzz was cut,

They just don't give a fuck

Belly full of paper bills

Them dudes fronting like grills

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

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

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

There’s no looking out, got cut,

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

I got something you've been waiting for

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.