This is a song about "Why stack the big mac when you can dack the dack"

Physical making life miserable keep smoking until dragons and tattooed

And you wonder why you,can never seem to get a piece of the american pie dude

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Stack meat, i'm raw 'cuz when the beef cooks with battle rap,

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

With a much smaller heap and the same size stack

That's why when you pray the our father, i'm the one you're mentionin',

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

You can see the stack of hearses emerging.

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

Just walking by can fuse it, so why the fuck would you do this,

Why be a king when you can be a god

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

When im on the mic you can hear nothing but crickets