This is a song about "Stacks"

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Track every stack, now im back, and rack stacks

As long as their stacks of cocaine are sealed

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

My stacks are steady swellin, like weightlifters that body build

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way

And that maybach, let me take em way back

No cash in big stacks, no guns that click clack

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

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

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

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance