This is a song about "We stack paper"

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

With a much smaller heap and the same size stack

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Better than the last stack of bull crap

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

Took the van, went snatch her

Left me like a blank white paper

Belly full of paper bills

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

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

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Hustle and grind, hustle and grind for this money stack

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black