This is a song about "Getting stacks"

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

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

They were going out i was making stacks

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

Smoking hash thats where the stacks at

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

As long as their stacks of cocaine are sealed

Womanizing to say the least

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

But what if they were in our shoes without their stacks

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing