This is a song about "Paper plates"

Belly full of paper bills

Lil prps like 3 digits

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

These fake words and vague terms written on paper,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Brandun deshay, hodgy beats, ace the creator

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

The fucking tectonic plates or even a gold ring,

Just know fame has a price, lose everything

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

Off his edge chipped plates, he catered with his invisible "mate"

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.