This is a song about "Money stacks"

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

But what if they were in our shoes without their stacks

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

As long as their stacks of cocaine are sealed

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

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

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

Now i'm feeling like huell sleeping on fat stacks

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

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

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

Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,