This is a song about "Stackin paper"

We were doing okay, we were never stackin' green,

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

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

And stackin while i'm laughing

I'm the sushi king

Your team is full of squares, graph paper

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

Blow trees like a hurricane

Rolling up' paper planes

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.