This is a song about "Paper cuts"

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

And then along came the wrong man for her

Left me like a blank white paper

Scars arise, cuts on my thigs, surrounded by lies

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

And it cuts like a knife. whenever i think of it.

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Rolling while im blowing this stash

The truth cuts through his heart feels like glass

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way i feel i'mma make ya'll suffer

It was a good call to cover the cuts on the motherfucker