This is a song about "Making money stacks"

Hustle for money and making livings

You can hear it in my lyrics

Throwing money up and making it rain/

So much to say a scrabble game

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

I making money everywhere i go

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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

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

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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