This is a song about "Stacking cash"

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

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

Giving aids and hiv to baby mamas, stacking riches,

Your life is a product of trash

All bout the game, nothin bout the cash

I said ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

One hand on the trigger stacking bodies in a heap,

She all that i can handle

Cash money, financial

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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

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

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team