This is a song about "Fours about dat paper"

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

I can make it rain

You other rappers think its about how much paper u stash

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Music that y'all condone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

They can not pause like right one sega

My bitch get on all fours, like a cheetah,

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show

We got dat smoke and blow

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

Getting on all fours to fill in the pores and,

Cuz your mixtape dropped dat shit on dat piff sucked

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important