This is a song about "Stackin paper"

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Stackin that lettuce since way way back when

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Your team is full of squares, graph paper

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Back to back we crack 'em back, platinum plaques stackin',

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

Stackin' these rhapsodies that even queen couldn't mack with ease