This is a song about "Diy stacks"

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

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

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

No cash in big stacks, no guns that click clack

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

When i run out of stacks i go and get some more

But what if they were in our shoes without their stacks

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

My stacks are steady swellin, like weightlifters that body build