This is a song about "Racks and money stacks"

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

And manifest as stacks of fresh similes sick with these like a bad cough

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Cuz i got too many stacks

Man it’s the killer tracks

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

And, niggas cashing out racks like im hitting the lotto

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

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

Now if you give us a chance

Back to the flashbacks blowing stacks