This is a song about "Stacking fat selling crack"

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

So we can get back to stacking this bread again,

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

But was tapping many queens and stacking plentya cream like (whoa)

I'm pushing too hard, stacking the competition up after every bar

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

One night, i was selling some rocks

You pull up in parking lots

You gotta take chances, stacking knowledge with advancements

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

So tell me what they crack

Yo, i'll bet she be back