Montague: Paper Boi, are you afraid to speak your mind on this subject?
Paper Boi: Actually, yep, I am. You can't say real shit any more without somebody trying to make sure you never make money again.
Montague: So you feel like you're being persecuted?
Paper Boi: Yes, I am. You can't even say 'ho' in a song no more.
Dr. Debra Holt: A travesty, I'm sure.
Paper Boi: Yo, like why you talk like that? Like, 'a travesty, I'm sure.' Like, what?
Dr. Debra Holt: You're whining about chickens coming home to roost.
Paper Boi: No, no, no, no. Rap is chickens coming home to roost. Look, my life is messed up from shit y'all did, okay? That's black news. You can look that up.
Dr. Debra Holt: Your news is problematic.
Paper Boi: Bitch, that ain't my fault.