This is a song about "Stacks of money"

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/

I'm sick of ya wack crap, talking shit but the fat stacks

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

Work the asses off and the owners the one with money stacks

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

I want it all... all of the money

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts