This is a song about "Paper money"

Light this paper and huddle,

I'm on the block as usual

Belly full of paper bills

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

It started with a pen and paper,

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,

The money i'd make , convay myself im never fake , pen always firm to the paper

And i'm tryin to use the phone, but they makin noiseman i wish i had my glock, cause it's major

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

See, she would complained of the tested nature

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

Im on a paper chase

See money talk and these days