This is a song about "Paper cut"

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Paper boy make you a believer

And there's little to be glad for

I'm a monster with pen and blank paper

See, i like the person that you are

Rumple paper into a bundle,

A criminal grind mean hustle

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

4.8, interior custom, leather suede borders

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters