This is a song about "Stack in the cash"

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

I'm the stack over-fun, fast flow and running

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

With a much smaller heap and the same size stack

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

My money stack fat plus i can't turn the swell off

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Another snack to hack, i'll put it on the body stack,

And i grew up poor with no cash flow in the country, you ain't even know it,

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

And don't make vibrations stop

Release the song, cash the lot