This is a song about "Stacks"

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

But what if they were in our shoes without their stacks

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

No cash in big stacks, no guns that click clack

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

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

He just get her bigger bags

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

They were going out i was making stacks

Cuz i got too many stacks

But you don't have a chance