This is a song about "Stackin and flippin"

This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time

He flippin to the bars so i'm only raising mine

I've written this shit, flippin' the script but i'm such a menace,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Stackin paper like a pillar spittin like a killer

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

The sickest king who's kickin' green and stackin' all the frickin' streams,

No chatter, turn ya behind, and flippin ya bladder

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

I got them ambitious niggas, stackin figgas plenty

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free