This is a song about "Aristocrat stack nigga"

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

If you trynna stack your paper you better do it by yourself

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

I’m steady searching for a stack of the green and gold,

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

Bring it home and sell it on ebay and check out my cash stack

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

My money stack fat plus i can't turn the swell off

No sixteen, no vaccine, i'm so sick my ten bars cough

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Ain't gonna #drown, but #wither, stack up,

With a much smaller heap and the same size stack

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back