This is a song about "I make rad stacks"

Purely for the pleasure, leisure not to make my stacks thicker/

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

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

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

God forgive me for my sinnin but shit i got these fucking stacks tho

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

He insane, already gone madblames himself for his setbacks

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