This is a song about "Paper cut"

Im on a paper chase

See money talk and these days

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

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

Belly full of paper bills

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

As i light one for ill will

Light this paper and huddle,

We're young and we don't give a fuck

What's what, whos buzz was cut,

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I'm a monster with pen and blank paper

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

You never tasted paper