This is a song about "Four stacks"

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

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

But what if they were in our shoes without their stacks

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

That moschino shit is so back

Smoking hash thats where the stacks at

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

Back to the flashbacks blowing stacks

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

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

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

Track every stack, now im back, and rack stacks