This is a song about "Stackin money"

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

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Stackin' plaques, platinum tracks with crack and gats in hand,

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

I run for the money

But make sure if they do see

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

Anint shit funny, for the money

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Give them the heavy flow of your words, they got cash stackin',

Music is money, money isn't music

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

I got them ambitious niggas, stackin figgas plenty

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free