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

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Slapped together, rappers wrapped up, christmas presents,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Putting all you desperate rappers wrapped up in bed

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

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

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

Im getting stacks of money everyday.