This is a song about "Wrapping paper"

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

Nonstop rapping, yo girl tapping me, wrapping me up like a package packing sheet

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

Durag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope

I know what it takes

Rolling up' paper planes

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

I chill now...cop a little ice later

I'm gettin discouraged with her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

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

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.