This is a song about "Paper towels"

It’s something that’s in your veins

Rolling up' paper planes

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

Let's pretend he never scribbled on the pieces of paper,

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

She likes the way it hits her lips

Belly full of paper bills

I'm on the block as usual

Light this paper and huddle,

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Your team is full of squares, graph paper

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

Folarin, the muse of the hater