This is a song about "Making stacks of money"

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

If you out there let me hear you say

When i run out of stacks i go and get some more

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

So here i am at the store for some chips

Hustle for money and making livings

They were going out i was making stacks

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

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

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

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga