This is a song about "Stack"

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

I stack chips, crack ribs, and in fact, i stack mad mack clips

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Another snack to hack, i'll put it on the body stack,

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Ogkillah killed, thanks for adding to my victory stack,

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Stack it stack it stack it up some more

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

With a much smaller heap and the same size stack