This is a song about "Stacks"

Yea got big stacks get me a car

You get close but no cigar

No longer with us; he's deceased

As long as their stacks of cocaine are sealed

Cash stacks, yep that's what i'm all about

I just might throw a big amount

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Work the asses off and the owners the one with money stacks

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

Reincarnated bitch even worse than before

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

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

She paying to fuck me, while you waste your stacks.

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs