This is a song about "Four stacks"

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

But when you step out, why these bitches run out

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

Ha, in your loophole though

Fourscore and four wars ago

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

The pioneer of the coke rap

Smoking hash thats where the stacks at

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

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

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

And you ain't gotta go to war

Or keep small it around four