This is a song about "Paper towels"

It started with a pen and paper,

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Grinding their careers into a pulp with sand paper

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

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

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Paper boy make you a believer

Or something that you paid for