This is a song about "Mad stacks"

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

He insane, already gone madblames himself for his setbacks

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

And all she wants is to dance

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

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

Did my rap make you mad?

And you all will respect that

As long as their stacks of cocaine are sealed

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

They were going out i was making stacks

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