This is a song about "I m worth stacks"

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

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Im gettin cash im flippin stacks i got my spatulas

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

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

In private, not public in the streets

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

You fail at life, i'll mug your teachers

I try to improve my style but shit's not worth