This is a song about "Paper house"

Im there halfway, tripping in the half house

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Alright i'm at the house.

Heystop running your mouth

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

It started with a pen and paper,

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

And there's little to be glad for

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Since there were drugs all around the house

From the projects to the penthouse

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

Poke out from behind her

You never tasted paper