This is a song about "Stacking money bands"

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then

So we can get back to stacking this bread again,

We getting money, you can face the facts

Gimme a hundred grand, don't need the rubber bands,

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

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

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

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

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm