This is a song about "Yo stacks"

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

Now i'm feeling like huell sleeping on fat stacks

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Cuz i got too many stacks

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

I've become immune to you no name haters

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber

As long as their stacks of cocaine are sealed

Womanizing to say the least

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

But my plan is to show you that i understand

My stacks are steady swellin, like weightlifters that body build

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Callin' me gay?! i smash fools like you, add them to my whey stacks