This is a song about "We stack paper"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

You were preserved for centuries and got off the stack

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

With a much smaller heap and the same size stack

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

Think smart padawan and your paper will stack

Another snack to hack, i'll put it on the body stack,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back