This is a song about "Fours about dat paper"

We got dat smoke and blow

Ran outside to see the big show

First off congratulations on the win

Tell dat bitch she fuckin wallin

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Miss i want to read into your nature

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

That damier bag i bought her

You never tasted paper

Holding a saw for cutting my victims into fours

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Cuz your mixtape dropped dat shit on dat piff sucked

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust