This is a song about "Stackin"

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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Realsed i'm a fucking beast, i never freeze, just stackin cheese,

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

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

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

Back to back we crack 'em back, platinum plaques stackin',

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I do the right thing

And stackin while i'm laughing

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

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