This is a song about "I got her them papers"

So you can keep that joint i don't fuck around with papers

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Always strap so i was alright

Lookin in them papers im like

I try to tell them i'm one of the stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

I hit her once and got her open like a hyperlink

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Got them drug connects, but i don't ever fuck with weight

I got a lot of them, watch me back 'em up

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck