This is a song about "Fat stacks"

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

Track every stack, now im back, and rack stacks

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

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

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

Now i'm feeling like huell sleeping on fat stacks

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

Bet i'm heavy with that

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

Looking at a fat man's dick/

I'mma make it rain trick

You, you, you have to pay for that

Click clack with a switch fat