This is a song about "Paper money"

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

You never tasted paper

How simple they are

The money i'd make , convay myself im never fake , pen always firm to the paper

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Blow trees like a hurricane

Rolling up' paper planes

Physically straight but they cake they behavior

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

Pen and paper, peel the layers

Half my peers, they're stretched for years