This is a song about "Smoking paper"

Smoking sticky fixtures

Talking about the god you serve

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

Regardless to all them, i appease her

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Kept drinking, regret kept smoking.

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Your team is full of squares, graph paper

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Openly smoking dope from the grocery

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Spoken loud they smoking out

I don't know what you heard about

I'm a monster with pen and blank paper

I never use a fork i always spoon her