This is a song about "Stacked up"

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

With stacked rhymes that smack minds right back into last night

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

It's wack that crap i smack stacked and stacked and stacked

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

Lights coming up, night coming up,

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

We got the world's rarest talent, yessir we're #stacked

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

It aint funny, they got money bags stacked higher than everest

Wrapped in plastic wraps, bleaches stacked, tools used to extract,

A defense mechanism, what i thought that i lacked