This is a song about "Boy whose parents make him do thing"

Hip hop's bounty, hunter

Say one thing and do another

Waiting on my homies as they do their thing

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

I make more money now than both my parents combined still,

Criticism doesn't make him mad

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Paper boy make you a believer

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

D j t j, the best, do his thing

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

Knowing that my parents do not care

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

M a boy ,make my life unstoppable race...

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face