This is a song about "I got stacks on stcks"

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

They were going out i was making stacks

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Be set back, i dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Cashing up the stacks, i'm rich, but got a lack of facts and shit,

When i run out of stacks i go and get some more

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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

I wanna be the center piece of my entire culture

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

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

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap