This is a song about "Fat stacks"

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

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

Yeahi tell my niggas pick the target out

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

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Yea got big stacks get me a car

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

But what if they were in our shoes without their stacks

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

And that's jay line i had to quote that

She paying to fuck me, while you waste your stacks.

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats