This is a song about "Sleep a stack of hay"

Wake up in the morning after two days of sleep

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

Either way, at the end of the day, i drown you in hay,

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

She can't know where my mother stay

Stay smoking on the hay

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Why do we look so down on stack of ones?

King of the pussy, don't sleep with a rookie.

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

I’m steady searching for a stack of the green and gold,

Plain ignored, gave your cost as a raise to all, hay was made, face and jaw

Zig zaggin' through the freeway: race me nigga!in a high speed chase with the law