This is a song about "Stackin money"

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

I made lots of comments and doubt started stackin up

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That's why i'm after this money

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

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

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

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

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band