This is a song about "Money stacking"

Got so much racks on racks i be stacking up on tha shelf

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Nigga, lyrically gifted, second to only religious scriptures

Parkside productions, no deduction only stacking figures while we blast triggers

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Money bring pain,money bring gain

But was tapping many queens and stacking plentya cream like (whoa)

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Stacking platinum plaques, that cracker is still too action packed,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Stacking up the change, but i don't make too much

They vaguely decipher my language

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Man i'm stacking that paper ain't nothing you can tell me

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck