This is a song about "Stack up paper"

Every nigga in this whip gotta motherfucking college degree

My rhymes are written artistically, up n down the paper vertically,

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Ogkillah killed, thanks for adding to my victory stack,

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

With a much smaller heap and the same size stack

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

I got more talent in this crumpled up paper than in your body

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

Stack it stack it stack it up some more

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

I stack up all this fear they saw my career mc not you all engineer

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,