This is a song about "Mad stacks"

That gyal want mi ride har

Yea got big stacks get me a car

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

Work the asses off and the owners the one with money stacks

Now i'm feeling like huell sleeping on fat stacks

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Cuz i got too many stacks

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

They were going out i was making stacks

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

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

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Criticism doesn't make him mad

I don't know why i'm even on this track