This is a song about "Them stacks"

When i run out of stacks i go and get some more

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

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

Cash stacks, yep that's what i'm all about

We wake up, i go to work, she leave out

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Track every stack, now im back, and rack stacks

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

I'm sick of ya wack crap, talking shit but the fat stacks