This is a song about "Turn paper to money"

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Get up and grab your paper fore the money tree begins burning

Enough to turn bond upside

Which you know i'm different, right

The paper to the pen.

Bet i get like 8 of them

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

My money stack fat plus i can't turn the swell off

Is a space that now you hold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

That'z perminent paper determined to scrape ya

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

Man i swear she's bad and she knows