This is a song about "Making stacks of money"

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

Work the asses off and the owners the one with money stacks

And young money,and everyone else making yall dummies

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Hustle for money and making livings

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I was gonna write you a poem today

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn