This is a song about "Stacks of mon"

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

But what if they were in our shoes without their stacks

Yea got big stacks get me a car

I guzzle up at the bar

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

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

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/

They were going out i was making stacks

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

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

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Ridin' through my city car black can't see out

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