This is a song about "Stacks of money"

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

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

I want it all... all of the money

Cuz i got too many stacks

Switch swag on you little dick fags

With plenty of money and women

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

I let you know you dealing with dogs

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

I dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

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