This is a song about "Stacking banks"

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

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

The river of death has brimmed his banks

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Would be pleasant if the banks didn't fuck my loans

And on the banks of this river

I said i'm hurting her

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

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Flipping japanese at ease when i'm stacking g's