This is a song about "Fours about dat paper"

Got tired of running from the police

First get on all fours and beg me please

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

This is why her nigga mad

Allah, not even dat

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Get this paper my stomach on e no time for change v im all about benjamin

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

You other rappers think its about how much paper u stash

Getting on all fours to fill in the pores and,

The club underwater, have em running out the front

He's all expensive like dat nylon

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Youve had niqqas since and im cool wit dat

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap