This is a song about "Stacking money bands"

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

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

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

One hand on the trigger stacking bodies in a heap,

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

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

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

So we can get back to stacking this bread again,

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Giving aids and hiv to baby mamas, stacking riches,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

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

They vaguely decipher my language