This is a song about "Am printing my name ob green paper"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

My shield a paper spittin words like vapor,

You smell that? that's the odor of success bitch

Can't stop paper chasin' dreamin' i am mad rich

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

Think i’m bout to blow, they call me george from boston

But now invisible cells around your brain

Hear i am without a sick rhyme to my name,

Make sure it remembers my name

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

Hi! my name is... (huh?) my name is... (what?)

Im courtside, wizard game

You better know my name

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

My name is great coz i really am great, as bad as you are all you always do is hate