This is a song about "Stacking money"

Y'all similes is literal shit

Music is money, money isn't music

I back up rhymes by stacking lines, they jack it like winter coats,

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

So we can get back to stacking this bread again,

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

Got so much racks on racks i be stacking up on tha shelf

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

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

Giving aids and hiv to baby mamas, stacking riches,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Hell, ever since i was a little nigga havin' fantasies

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