This is a song about "Toilet paper"

Got my foot on the gas

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

You never tasted paper

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Jump out the fuckin' toilet just to ruin your shit

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Your shit's old, like it's in the toilet bowl

You bitches ain't nothing but shit that's in my toilet

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Belly full of paper bills

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

I'm gettin discouraged with her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.