This is a song about "Yo stacks"

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Smoking hash thats where the stacks at

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

No cash in big stacks, no guns that click clack

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

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

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

Im foldin stacks no holdin back im killin this kid

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

Now i'm feeling like huell sleeping on fat stacks

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Yea got big stacks get me a car