This is a song about "Stack that money"

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

Trophy's that stack up by my window pane, they're stained. gather dust,

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

With these macs i've got a bad habit

That hoover figg get the money shit

The next day you is everybody target

Crack cocaine they'll crack it get they money and stack it

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Thought that getting money was the only payment

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Not bad using that dope money