This is a song about "Toliet paper"

Like the quickest wide receiver

Paper boy make you a believer

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Your team is full of squares, graph paper

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Tryna find a secret garden just like tyler the creator

Grinding their careers into a pulp with sand paper

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Im on a paper chase

One verse is all it takes

Rolling up' paper planes

This paper to the pen

Straight lane kiffen them