This is a song about "Having stack"

I stack chips, crack ribs, and in fact, i stack mad mack clips

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Pooping - having a blast,

You’re on neon lights in my bank

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

If your having a bad day

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

Ogkillah killed, thanks for adding to my victory stack,

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

To having a motherfuckin' fortune too...