This is a song about "Paper plates"

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

These fake words and vague terms written on paper,

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

I'm a monster with pen and blank paper

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

To new levels of ignorance, makes us hard as metal plates,

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Try to jack and i will attack

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Left me like a blank white paper