This is a song about "Making stacks"

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

Back to the flashbacks blowing stacks

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Yea got big stacks get me a car

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Now i'm feeling like huell sleeping on fat stacks

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

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

But i get you, i bang with you the long way

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber

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

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