This is a song about "Stacks of cash"

No longer with us; he's deceased

As long as their stacks of cocaine are sealed

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

Okay, fucking with me nigga no way

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

Mo cash you got'll get you out of jail free

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

See her man face-to-face through the glass

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