This is a song about "Stacking money"

I’d rather murder whack emcees, getting good, stacking beats,

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

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

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

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

One way or another it's to the gutter unless you stay stacking the butter

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

Thinks he's a mad thug stacking a stash of crack drugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Music is money, money isn't music

Foolish, i be on that new shit

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

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees