This is a song about "Money stacks"

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Be set back, i dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

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

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

No cash in big stacks, no guns that click clack

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Now i'm feeling like huell sleeping on fat stacks

Cuz i got too many stacks

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Put that on everything these other bitches anything

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling