This is a song about "Yo stacks"

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

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

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular

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

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

They were going out i was making stacks

Cuz i got too many stacks

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Work the asses off and the owners the one with money stacks

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

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before