This is a song about "Stacking figures"

That's why i here whispers

Like plastic action figures

One hand on the trigger stacking bodies in a heap,

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Stacking cream snatching girls for my team

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

So we can get back to stacking this bread again,

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

Figure your figures making interest

My bank of america account got six figures

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth