This is a song about "Stacks of money"

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

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

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

We're living in a fantasy

I want it all... all of the money

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

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

Back to the flashbacks blowing stacks

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

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

Blow up on this society

They alll ran out of money.