This is a song about "Paper money"

And pray for better days

Im on a paper chase

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

And then along came the wrong man for her

I said i'm hurting her

You never tasted paper

Left me like a blank white paper

I don’t care where ya are

It started with a pen and paper,

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Paper boy make you a believer

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

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