This is a song about "Stack up"

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

You can see the stack of hearses emerging.

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Ogkillah killed, thanks for adding to my victory stack,

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

Undefeated gs and a t-shirt and my leaders hat

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Murder chop your bodies up, put it on a sack then put them on a stack

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

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

I stack chips, crack ribs, and in fact, i stack mad mack clips

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

I stack up all this fear they saw my career mc not you all engineer