This is a song about "Money stacking"

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Y'all niggas act like bitches, stacking riches, extra sets of chromosomes,

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

I back up rhymes by stacking lines, they jack it like winter coats,

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

I'm pushing too hard, stacking the competition up after every bar

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

This excrement means excellent rap, i make a lesser adapt

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

So we can get back to stacking this bread again,

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

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

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city