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

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

He wants me, he wrote my name on his arm and

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

He's love with me, he wrote my name on his arm and

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

With my name on em, that’s a shame

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Get this paper my stomach on e no time for change v im all about benjamin

Go cop the 3.6 and meet my name on the deans list

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised