This is a song about "Paper money"

And there's little to be glad for

I'm a monster with pen and blank paper

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Im on a paper chase

Rolling up' paper planes

I know what it takes

I pipe in and one night her

You never tasted paper

I ain't that then

This paper to the pen

Quick flipping up sexy back

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

Stack up your funds like a million bucks