This is a song about "Stacks of money"

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

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before

They make their livin off crazed addictions with stacks of cash it's too much to count, shit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

Back to the flashbacks blowing stacks

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

As long as their stacks of cocaine are sealed

No longer with us; he's deceased

I dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

I'm sick of ya wack crap, talking shit but the fat stacks

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

I fly em, i’m outta reachcause denim is everything