This is a song about "Making money stacks"

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

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

We think making a bunch of money, is what it means to succeed,

But knowing me i prolly never meetonly speak when a fan speak

They were going out i was making stacks

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

And young money,and everyone else making yall dummies

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

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

Throwing money up and making it rain/

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

Back to the flashbacks blowing stacks

In that pretty red dress, let's dance