This is a song about "Rappin paper"

You never tasted paper

Ya'll wife and white knight her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I got a rappin key.

And niggas flashing crazy

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

It started with a pen and paper,

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

I will never stop rappin to you haters because it's my alacrity,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree