This is a song about "Mad stacks"

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Now i'm feeling like huell sleeping on fat stacks

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

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

Yea got big stacks get me a car

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

This is my high rap, you cant even touch my high stacks.

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

Womanizing to say the least

As long as their stacks of cocaine are sealed

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Cuz i got too many stacks

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance