This is a song about "Cold stacks"

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

I'm sick of ya wack crap, talking shit but the fat stacks

Skipping class and growing cold

I say that the pool is closed

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Cuz i got too many stacks

For setting up traps

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Im gettin cash im flippin stacks i got my spatulas

Cash stacks, yep that's what i'm all about

Out of this 3rd rock, nigga air it out

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber

Niggas who be rapping how real they are