This is a song about "I m worth stacks"

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Me ahead of the curve knowing just what i worth

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

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

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

I dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

You just do your thing chick

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

And then along came the wrong man for her

I"m the designated driver