This is a song about "Stacking g s"

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

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

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

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

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

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

You gotta take chances, stacking knowledge with advancements

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Flipping japanese at ease when i'm stacking g's

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

But they can't do nothing to a g/

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

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream