This is a song about "Stacks"

But the plan is to show you that i understand

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

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Cash stacks, yep that's what i'm all about

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

When i run out of stacks i go and get some more

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

My stacks are steady swellin, like weightlifters that body build