This is a song about "Stacks of money"

They alll ran out of money.

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

Money is the root of evil.

As i light one for ill will

If i don't make that man there dance

Back to the flashbacks blowing stacks

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

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

They had a hell of a run

With plenty of money and women