This is a song about "Paper towels"

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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

I know what it takes

Rolling up' paper planes

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Folarin, the muse of the hater

In the heartz of men

This paper to the pen

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

You never tasted paper

And i just want to hold her