This is a song about "Paper towel"

If its not couture, i will not go to her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

Left me like a blank white paper

And i ain't frontin for her

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Another victim dissin the towel head/

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

Im on a paper chase

See money talk and these days

You never tasted paper

See, i like the person that you are

Straight lane kiffen them

This paper to the pen