This is a song about "Paper trick"

Said when i do dirt wit her

Left me like a blank white paper

Then the world ain't no trick no more

Some old bitch that we did before

Country ass hicks but know how to spit trick

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

Miss i want to read into your nature

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Always got a trick up my sleeve

David blane blame game, bitches want a magic trick

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Protein-packed like a powerbar hat trick

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for