This is a song about "Racks on racks stacks on stacks"

Now i'm feeling like huell sleeping on fat stacks

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Now if you give us a chance

Back to the flashbacks blowing stacks

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

"holy shit wow look at them gigantic racks my mon!"

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

Having racks of paper, but i ain't gone complain

Like michael jackson, how you do me this way

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

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

They were going out i was making stacks

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

This is my high rap, you cant even touch my high stacks.