This is a song about "Hateing fake freinds glocks stacks weed"

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

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

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

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Back to the flashbacks blowing stacks

Out their neck with no regrets and no glocks clippin'

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin