This is a song about "Stacking"

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

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

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

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

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

But was tapping many queens and stacking plentya cream like (whoa)

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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Forever my endeavours and i sever my opponents

You gotta take chances, stacking knowledge with advancements

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Y'all niggas act like bitches, stacking riches, extra sets of chromosomes,