This is a song about "Stacking money"

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

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

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

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

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Giving aids and hiv to baby mamas, stacking riches,

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

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

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

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

Man i'm stacking that paper ain't nothing you can tell me

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Your stacking all of this but live your life unhappily.

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money