This is a song about "Stacking money"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

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

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

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

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Stacking platinum plaques, that cracker is still too action packed,

Stacking cream snatching girls for my team

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Most of america is not middle class or stacking the green,

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

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

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

One hand on the trigger stacking bodies in a heap,