This is a song about "Subliminal stacks"

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

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

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

Smoking hash thats where the stacks at

Where the black girls get their weaves back

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

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

Cuz i got too many stacks

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Subliminal hint from hipsters and these liberal critics,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Now i'm feeling like huell sleeping on fat stacks

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Back to the flashbacks blowing stacks