This is a song about "Making money stacks"

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

Making money in manillas, but buying food stamps with a vista

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Making her money she drive a mercedes

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber

And young money,and everyone else making yall dummies

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

This is my high rap, you cant even touch my high stacks.

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king