This is a song about "Stackin money"

Don't want to be the king

And stackin while i'm laughing

If i can make them money

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

And i'm action packed and soon be stackin' plaques, a backpacker,

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Stackin' these rhapsodies that even queen couldn't mack with ease

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

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

Stackin paper like a pillar spittin like a killer

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

I run for the money

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Cuz im stackin the money i got a bag of that sunny

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free