This is a song about "Stacks of cash"

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

And i got that drive and she just might crash

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

They make their livin off crazed addictions with stacks of cash it's too much to count, shit

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Cuz its only a hand full of rappers dass touchin da cash.

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

And manifest as stacks of fresh similes sick with these like a bad cough