This is a song about "Stacking cash"

All bout the game, nothin bout the cash

Why a black nigga take ass over class

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

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

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

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

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

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

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

Your life is a product of trash

And i'll proceed to throw this cash