This is a song about "Stacks of cash"

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

When i run out of stacks i go and get some more

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

No cash in big stacks, no guns that click clack

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

Pockets so fat of money there creaming cash rules evrything around me

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Thinkin' all them cash thoughts, take a drink of the tonic,

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

So yes, faggot, i'm fly regardless of the cash made

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

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