This is a song about "Paper towels"

I never use a fork i always spoon her

These fake words and vague terms written on paper,

Instead i sit alone writing lyrics on a crumpled piece of paper

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

"contemplate", i wrote about her

You never tasted paper

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Left me like a blank white paper

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

I move the club like a poker dealer

Paper boy make you a believer

Grinding their careers into a pulp with sand paper

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

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