This is a song about "Fat stacks"

They were going out i was making stacks

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Cuz i got too many stacks

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

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

Mean alot more to me, check me out

I guzzle up at the bar

Yea got big stacks get me a car

She got something i never had

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

Looking at a fat man's dick/

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

And then along came the wrong man for her

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber

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

I'm sick of ya wack crap, talking shit but the fat stacks