This is a song about "Subliminal stacks"

Subliminal hints, life's a bitch that dissed you,

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Im cashin the checks subliminal charge,

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

When you thinking about breakfast i'm heating up my dinner

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer

But what if they were in our shoes without their stacks

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

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

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Now i'm feeling like huell sleeping on fat stacks

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Haters failing, they said i was nothing but a subliminal liar