This is a song about "Stacking quarterbacka"

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

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

Stacking cream snatching girls for my team

Just before they seen my money in the green

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Giving aids and hiv to baby mamas, stacking riches,

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

Parkside productions, no deduction only stacking figures while we blast triggers

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers