This is a song about "Stackin paper"

I made lots of comments and doubt started stackin up

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Stackin that lettuce since way way back when

I wish i’ll never see you again

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

You know...you know who you are

Light this paper and huddle,

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

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

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Big black diamond, bigger than a black razor