This is a song about "Paper clips"

Belly full of paper bills

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

Not about the inner city kids filling pistol clips,

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Just put your hand on the glass

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Good love then i can do that for her

Folarin, the muse of the hater

You never tasted paper

By feeding us these images, of bloody death and porno clips,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks