This is a song about "Paper cuts"

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

The truth cuts through his heart feels like glass

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Or something that you paid for

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

I'm a monster with pen and blank paper

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

You know...you know who you are

I don’t care where ya are

You never tasted paper

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Put up to act gangsta, i’ve still experienced cuts,

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

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