This is a song about "Them stacks"

Now i'm feeling like huell sleeping on fat stacks

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

She paying to fuck me, while you waste your stacks.

And there's no way i can pay you back

No cash in big stacks, no guns that click clack

That gal want me ride har

Yea got big stacks get me a car

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

Yelling "yo look at my money, i got stacks in the bank!"

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

Track every stack, now im back, and rack stacks

They were going out i was making stacks

We den turnt it up now it's at the max