This is a song about "Stacks"

And so it's back to mcdonald's and every month dealing

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Callin' me gay?! i smash fools like you, add them to my whey stacks

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

Yelling "yo look at my money, i got stacks in the bank!"

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

Work the asses off and the owners the one with money stacks

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Track every stack, now im back, and rack stacks

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

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