This is a song about "Fat stacks"

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Goddamn, the boy's back

Click clack with a switch fat

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

But what if they were in our shoes without their stacks

Peel ya entire cap back while my stacks stay fat.

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

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

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber

Fuck this rap shit, i'll die for mine, motherfucker

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note