This is a song about "I make rad stacks"

I can't believe it, you're out here making stacks of cheese

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/

Cuz i got too many stacks

Man it’s the killer tracks

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

They were going out i was making stacks

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

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit