This is a song about "Paper plates"

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

I don't do dishes but i throw away your mothafuckin plates//

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Twista finna get up on the track

So your last resort is to eat off other niggas plates/

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

You never tasted paper

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Rumple paper into a bundle,

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Paper boy make you a believer

The only time i flirt with her