This is a song about "Subliminal stacks"

Sickin' you strictly picky pricks, subliminal menace,

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

The original subliminal criminal

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

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

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

Smoking hash thats where the stacks at

Bring that shit the fuck back

Criminal mind, subliminal syllables riddle your mind

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

Back to the flashbacks blowing stacks

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

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