This is a song about "Making money stacks"

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap

I can't believe it, you're out here making stacks of cheese

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted

Cashing checks, making money, rinse and repeat is all i did

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

I've been making the most money you've ever seen

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

I dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

The way we making money on some stupid shit

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

And young money,and everyone else making yall dummies

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze