This is a song about "Stacking cash"

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

Stacking up the change, but i don't make too much

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Cash is overflowing

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

You gotta take chances, stacking knowledge with advancements

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Most of america is not middle class or stacking the green,

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

So we can get back to stacking this bread again,

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

I’d rather murder whack emcees, getting good, stacking beats,

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

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

Parkside productions, no deduction only stacking figures while we blast triggers

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters