This is a song about "Counting up stacks"

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

Championships, three and stop counting / another banner is what your counting

Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stationssorry i left that ass waiting

So the ones eye has freak don't run

You better keep counting them one by one

We brothers forever, to the end and counting

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

This is my high rap, you cant even touch my high stacks.

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Yea got big stacks get me a car

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Back to the flashbacks blowing stacks

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Cuz i got too many stacks