This is a song about "Money stacks"

You know that love is a very serious thing

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Cuz i got too many stacks

Im foldin stacks no holdin back im killin this kid

I was worthless, i'd never make it, go ahead! spill that hatred

If i don't make that man there dance

They were going out i was making stacks

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs