This is a song about "Stacking fat selling crack"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Thinks he's a mad thug stacking a stash of crack drugs

You said also i was fat

You, you, you have to pay for that

You gotta take chances, stacking knowledge with advancements

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

We all dream one day we kings and queens

Amen, they say you only live once

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Stacking cream snatching girls for my team

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

Flipping japanese at ease when i'm stacking g's