This is a song about "Money stacks"

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

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

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

That gal want me ride har

Yea got big stacks get me a car

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

In her defense she a part of the crowd

Cash stacks, yep that's what i'm all about

Back to the flashbacks blowing stacks

But i’m praying in advance