This is a song about "Raw papers"

Handling papers y'all bout to get served,

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

So you can keep that joint i don't fuck around with papers

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Yo since '010 i've been strikin' papers with my pen,

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

So log out and soak your lyrical papers

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

And take these official papers and start doing your signature"

I need to be the center piece of my entire culture

Calling niggas out, who tape themselves burning papers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

I ain't, mad, at cha

Kicks new, my denim, raw