This is a song about "Yo stacks"

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

They were going out i was making stacks

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

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

As long as their stacks of cocaine are sealed

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

This is for my bitches gettin' high on the regular

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber

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

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.