This is a song about "Stacking and praying"

Still we be praying that the weather stop playing and cool the tropics

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

One hand on the trigger stacking bodies in a heap,

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Rich white men control this nation, they're praying and preach,

But he don't rule a thing

And i keep on praying

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo