This is a song about "Pakis stack cash and act broke"

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

I stack chips, crack ribs, and in fact, i stack mad mack clips

I'll smash tracks and act sick

State flow hard dick

Hustle and grind, hustle and grind for this money stack

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

With a much smaller heap and the same size stack

So much class, double d’s and ass

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

When i spit i murder emcees and stack words

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Track every stack, now im back, and rack stacks

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

I stack da fuckin notes, actin like i'm a broke ass//

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class