This is a song about "Stacking banks"

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

You gotta take chances, stacking knowledge with advancements

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen

So we can get back to stacking this bread again,

Decides everything, the wall street banks, no they're loving it,

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

But was tapping many queens and stacking plentya cream like (whoa)

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

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

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