This is a song about "Money paper"

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

Rumple paper into a bundle,

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

And then along came the wrong man for her

Lady at the frank stand will

Light this paper and huddle,

And there's little to be glad for

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh