This is a song about "Trapping and getting stacks"

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Cuz i got too many stacks

Call it bubonic, getting all the dollars and

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

'cause we're getting paid, and they're getting pissed!

My rap isn't fast but i have been the coldest

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

Getting hype to nirvana drinking guava and java,

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

‘cause i manipulate your molecular structure

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber

Then i'll twist round you guys, trapping/

Why not me the same thing

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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