This is a song about "Money stacks"

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Im gettin cash im flippin stacks i got my spatulas

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

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

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

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

They were going out i was making stacks

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

Now i'm feeling like huell sleeping on fat stacks

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

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

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck