This is a song about "Paper work"

Rolling up' paper planes

Like b.o.b., got airplanes

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Im on a paper chase

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Left me like a blank white paper

Puttin in work, to much work,

I'm why baby fathers kirk

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

If its not couture, i will not go to her

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Belly full of paper bills

It's moe, all i need is more chips

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.