This is a song about "Rolling papers"

So log out and soak your lyrical papers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Justen bebar's lyrical rhymed papers

Heart out to the papers

Adabo to my haters

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

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Just rolling around, town cause

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

What up girl, tell me how you been

Rolling with my garrison.

Rolling blunts with my eyes closed

And then we'll be ghost