This is a song about "Subliminal stacks"

This is subliminal wordplay, i could win a cypher,

And if you’re proud of it let me see your lighter

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Subliminal disses like missiles that never misses

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

Track every stack, now im back, and rack stacks

Im cashin the checks subliminal charge,

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

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

Smoking hash thats where the stacks at

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

Subliminal hint from hipsters and these liberal critics,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks