This is a song about "Stacks of money"

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

Cuz i got too many stacks

They just wanna dance

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

He insane, already gone madblames himself for his setbacks

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

As long as their stacks of cocaine are sealed

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

I'm caged up in state prison

With plenty of money and women