This is a song about "Rap gold money silver stacks chains"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber

To get that #donald #sterling money, #no #nigga rap

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

Got gold albums or not, i still did affect rap

In this rap game i took his gold, ever since he sold his soul to the devil

You irish cocky bitch you're on my-ish level but you rebel

Don't you know that im cold ...money gold on my mind

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

Yelling "yo look at my money, i got stacks in the bank!"

Be set back, i dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back