This is a song about "Rolling papers cops gats ak47"

Better yet they work my every nerve

Justen bebar's lyrical rhymed papers

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

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

Your rolling papers i'm burning paper, but i'm just wording hater!

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Hold on you can see my vision

Rolling with my garrison.

With gats, extra mags and clips

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Fuck all you haters

Heart out to the papers

A nuisance, wasting time, cutting and pasting headlines in the papers

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse