This is a song about "Paper towels"

Miss i want to read into your nature

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Rumple paper into a bundle,

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Cus if your love was all i had

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Belly full of paper bills

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I'm a monster with pen and blank paper

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

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

One verse is all it takes

Rolling up' paper planes