This is a song about "Yo grandad u past away but till dat day u had pace"

Having sex till four o'clock in the mourn but u still checking your phone

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

Yo faggs think u know it all

Bitch, i was born to ball

600 benz, house six hundred grand

Yo will get smashed if u passed

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Wanna be with u but i wanna be with u for u n to be in your heart,

When u saw me crossed in the past days

Driving my car to a foreign place

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

But u cut me like a paper cut this time im had enough/

Remember the day u had to pay

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

My dad caught me and told me "dat i didnt gave u the permit"