This is a song about "Guns and money wrapped up in stacks"

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

With a note there and im thinking of reading

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

He just get her bigger bags

I'll keep her wrapped up tight like that guy in red state

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Cashing up the stacks, i'm rich, but got a lack of facts and shit,