This is a song about "Paper heat ass mixtape"

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

Sometimes i think, what i need

Murderin' beats? this mixtape album? i guess it's dead,

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Niggas ain't prepared for heat

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator

You never tasted paper

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

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