This is a song about "Stacks of cash"

I can't believe it, you're out here making stacks of cheese

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Can't win with a passive attack

No cash in big stacks, no guns that click clack

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

You're acting hard like rappin' god's, like you're full of the cash,

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Give them the heavy flow of your words, they got cash stackin',

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

Cashing up the stacks, i'm rich, but got a lack of facts and shit,

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that