This is a song about "Make stacks"

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

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

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Back to the flashbacks blowing stacks

Cuz i got too many stacks

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

Smoking hash thats where the stacks at

Well, i can handle that

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

I'm sick of ya wack crap, talking shit but the fat stacks