This is a song about "Professional paper"

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I'm not a professional, but no longer a rookie

Like a jet pilot, professional soccer player, a cop....

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Go 'head and hate me hater

Your team is full of squares, graph paper

You never tasted paper

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

I chill now, cop a lil' ice later

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

Folarin, the muse of the hater

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper