This is a song about "Four stacks"

Or keep small it around four

They make it worth more

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Track every stack, now im back, and rack stacks

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Back to the flashbacks blowing stacks

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

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

She prayed on me passing that bar

Yea got big stacks get me a car

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

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

Four more tarts playing harps

I got these tats all on my arms

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

I'm working on four dimensions