This is a song about "Sand paper"

But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land

Back at me~ underlines the divine decline as the sand

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

The only time i flirt with her

I pipe in and one night her

You never tasted paper

Givin back the sand til we center rock

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

Cause these suckers wanna spray where i lay downmy homie lost his family and snapped

You motherfucker have to throw some of your pride in the motherfucken sand

"contemplate", i wrote about her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand

And if it goes my way it will all disappear into the sand

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

I never use a fork i always spoon her