This is a song about "G stacks"

It ain't hard to make money

On hip hop and grime my g,

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

I'm a grade a o g

We like to party

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Smoking hash thats where the stacks at

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

They were going out i was making stacks

Track every stack, now im back, and rack stacks

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Go and diss me you're history missing g