This is a song about "Fat stacks"

Work the asses off and the owners the one with money stacks

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Smoking hash thats where the stacks at

The door crack, niggas all black

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

But you don't have a chance

Cuz i got too many stacks

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

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Back to the flashbacks blowing stacks

Man it’s the killer tracks

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

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

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