This is a song about "Stacking and flipping it"

Can't forget the amount of words, flipping heck it's just absurd

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

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

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

One hand on the trigger stacking bodies in a heap,

Stacking platinum plaques, that cracker is still too action packed,

A defense mechanism, what i thought that i lacked

Vigorously flipping bitches, niggas getting sick of us

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Flipping up these comments call me flipper

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

So we can get back to stacking this bread again,