This is a song about "Stacking"

Ain't stacking the green, only time there's stashing the cheese,

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

You gotta take chances, stacking knowledge with advancements

One hand on the trigger stacking bodies in a heap,

Just for my sanity baby right now you need to speak

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I'm pushing too hard, stacking the competition up after every bar

And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker

One way or another it's to the gutter unless you stay stacking the butter

I back up rhymes by stacking lines, they jack it like winter coats,

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

I'm stacking dough, ain't gotta sell crack no mo