This is a song about "Physics paper 2"

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

I graff', graph and graft; a b-boy that breaks physics.

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Finish high school, study for physics

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Brandun deshay, hodgy beats, ace the creator

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Say trill again ill overdose on vicodin to escape you're presence

With dorhinge (door-hinge), which swings 'n' flings, correlating to the physics of wings,

You never tasted paper

That damier bag i bought her