This is a song about "Stackin money"

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

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

We were doing okay, we were never stackin' green,

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Music is money, money isn't music

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Problems stackin up, pretty soon im packin up

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach