This is a song about "Toliet paper"

These fake words and vague terms written on paper,

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Grinding their careers into a pulp with sand paper

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

All you need is a fucking brain and some pen and paper

Huh, i can't interpret her

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

It started with a pen and paper,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir