This is a song about "Stackin and flippin"

No chatter, turn ya behind, and flippin ya bladder

And served it to the public on a silver platter

And stackin while i'm laughing

Flapjack, ooh he bring

This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Im gettin cash im flippin stacks i got my spatulas

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

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

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

I'm late working, i know i didn't come home that evening

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

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