This is a song about "Trappin and stackin"

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

I made lots of comments and doubt started stackin up

Cuz im stackin the money i got a bag of that sunny

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Back to back we crack 'em back, platinum plaques stackin',

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Stackin paper like a pillar spittin like a killer

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

The sickest king who's kickin' green and stackin' all the frickin' streams,