This is a song about "Make stacks"

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Cuz i got too many stacks

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

No cash in big stacks, no guns that click clack

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

As long as their stacks of cocaine are sealed

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber

Track every stack, now im back, and rack stacks

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

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

Now i'm feeling like huell sleeping on fat stacks

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats