This is a song about "Silver stacking"

But was tapping many queens and stacking plentya cream like (whoa)

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Can't deal with me on a silver platter

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

And only one silver chain to be flashing.

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

Silver and demaz, does that ring a bell?

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

I'm stacking dough, ain't gotta sell crack no mo

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

One hand on the trigger stacking bodies in a heap,

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

So we can get back to stacking this bread again,

If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night

In his silver cart of fire i shall one day ride