This is a song about "Dodge truck smoke stacks blowin black"

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

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Zylo-sylo, blowin' like missiles tunes,

Cuz i got too many stacks

Living out of bags

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

So move back, i react, faster than a truck to truck impact

Blowin out my mouth smoke clouds yo i'm faded

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Cause why smoke weed when you can drink black coffee?

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there