This is a song about "Subliminal stacks"

Subliminal disses like missiles that never misses

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Now i'm feeling like huell sleeping on fat stacks

And all the bodies they’ve laid, it ain’t subliminal,

Verizon dissed me too cause i was too political

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

Yea got big stacks get me a car

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

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

Cuz i got too many stacks

They just wanna dance

The original subliminal criminal

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble