This is a song about "Paper moon cover"

So, please excuse me while i resume under this full moon.

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

If she don't like walk under moon

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

Smothered in the wonder of how she'll cover

I pull up in that black and red challenger

The moon is full tonight

But you can't hide

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Physically straight but they cake they behavior

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

Just to let you know, you are

You never tasted paper