This is a song about "Paper cuts"

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Physically straight but they cake they behavior

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

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

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

Scars arise, cuts on my thigs, surrounded by lies

As she goes through the levels

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

Fuck healing i'm killin and sinning, shove venom in cuts