This is a song about "Getting stacks"

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

Callin' me gay?! i smash fools like you, add them to my whey stacks

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

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

Yelling "yo look at my money, i got stacks in the bank!"

If i don't make that man there dance

Cuz i got too many stacks

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Im gettin cash im flippin stacks i got my spatulas

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

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

Womanizing to say the least

As long as their stacks of cocaine are sealed