This is a song about "Stacks of money"

And manifest as stacks of fresh similes sick with these like a bad cough

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Be set back, i dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

With plenty of money and women

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

For setting up traps

Cuz i got too many stacks