This is a song about "Research paper"

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

I chill now, cop a lil' ice later

And i ain't frontin for her

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

As she goes through the levels

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

Attack with abstract research backed

To reds i ain't know how to act

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

Paper boy make you a believer

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her