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

They were going out i was making stacks

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

I'm a fucking rap star

Yea got big stacks get me a car

Smoking hash thats where the stacks at

She was wet off the bat

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

If i don't make that man there dance

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

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

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

Im getting stacks of money everyday.