This is a song about "Fours about dat paper"

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

I got that goodman game

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

You other rappers think its about how much paper u stash

Holding a saw for cutting my victims into fours

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

So call me red cos i beat elite fours

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

Big black diamond, bigger than a black razor

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.