This is a song about "Paper plates"

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I don't want it on my back

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Paper boy make you a believer

You know...you know who you are

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her