This is a song about "Stack the cash"

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Bring it home and sell it on ebay and check out my cash stack

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

You're acting hard like rappin' god's, like you're full of the cash,

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

All bout the game, nothin bout the cash

And work hard then i pass like steve nash

Luxury life, results living bad

Lost your phone? go look for it in the stack!

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Stack meat, i'm raw 'cuz when the beef cooks with battle rap,

The people that you mug, you know they're fresh out of cash,

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass