This is a song about "Counting them stacks"

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Callin' me gay?! i smash fools like you, add them to my whey stacks

Im not getting up because im counting sheep

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

But what if they were in our shoes without their stacks

They were going out i was making stacks

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Track every stack, now im back, and rack stacks

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

You fall asleep a sleep so deep you're just counting sheep