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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

And all she wants is to dance

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

Wrapped in /hells chains in banes mask /stained*

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

This show's wrapped, so enjoy your cover up

Either that or wrapped your body up in curtains

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Wrapped in plastic wraps, bleaches stacked, tools used to extract,

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

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

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow