This is a song about "Stacking figures"

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

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

Staring at our figures

So you finally got the nerve

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

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

One hand on the trigger stacking bodies in a heap,

But all i really want is a kiss on the cheek

I want the slice of cake, i'd like to taste fame or six figures,

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

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

Thats multiple different figures

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

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