This is a song about "Rappin paper"

And that i spent the night with her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Light this paper and huddle,

The only time i flirt with her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

I'm a monster with pen and blank paper

Brandun deshay, hodgy beats, ace the creator

The weed in me is real sticky

Im rappin classically passively

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free