This is a song about "Four stacks"

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

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

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

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

Four more tarts playing harps

You haters put up your guards

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

Methamphetamine fuelled rage killed four today

Exit the v wit my gun out

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

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Back to the flashbacks blowing stacks