This is a song about "Fat stacks"

Now i'm feeling like huell sleeping on fat stacks

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

But what if they were in our shoes without their stacks

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

Smoking hash thats where the stacks at

The real muscle in the message of that

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Peel ya entire cap back while my stacks stay fat.

I know i've came so far

Yea got big stacks get me a car

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

They were going out i was making stacks

He insane, already gone madblames himself for his setbacks

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