This is a song about "Transfer papers"

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

Handling papers y'all bout to get served,

And good henny make a nigga just want you tonight

He can always transfer for my suffer to they other side,

Stop debaters, lost your papers? i'll call in the operators,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

And take these official papers and start doing your signature"

I need to be the center piece of my entire culture

So log out and soak your lyrical papers

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