This is a song about "Pile up"

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

Double m-g not to mention we got that

You fakes aint nothin but a pile of shit

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Rust from the amount that pile up, never to touch and filled with blood.

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

Hypocrites must admit while i spit it makes your writ's like a pile of shit-

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

Let the money pile up and tell 'em buried alive

If it's not tell them bitches take a hike, word life

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

A pile extra pressure as a test of measure