This is a song about "Stacks"

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Smoking hash thats where the stacks at

She got something i never had

I don’t care where ya are

Yea got big stacks get me a car

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Now i'm feeling like huell sleeping on fat stacks

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

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

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

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

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