This is a song about "Dirty stacks"

For clockin dirty dollars

Oldest nation on this earth

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

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

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

Track every stack, now im back, and rack stacks

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Hella dirty like i'm paris hilton

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

I came from the dirty south(that dirty south),

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

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

My tires align with the play, but the times out

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

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