This is a song about "Racks and money stacks"

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

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Work the asses off and the owners the one with money stacks

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

Track every stack, now im back, and rack stacks

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Back to the flashbacks blowing stacks

But you don't have a chance

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Cuz i got too many stacks