This is a song about "Me and boys living the good and making money"

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

And the way the play the fame game is making me nauseous,

Simply out of this world by choice

Bumping heavy d and the boys

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Hustle for money and making livings

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap