This is a song about "Make stacks"

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

When i run out of stacks i go and get some more

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

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

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

Yelling "yo look at my money, i got stacks in the bank!"

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Can't win with a passive attack

No cash in big stacks, no guns that click clack

But what if they were in our shoes without their stacks

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

She paying to fuck me, while you waste your stacks.

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

Yea got big stacks get me a car

Hope my city is not too far