This is a song about "Racked up"

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Cause imma step it up, build it up

Problems stackin up, pretty soon im packin up

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

To reds i ain't know how to act

Who's saying there hasn't been bodies i racked?

Fascinated her, discriminated school boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

So she decides to stand up, woman up and never give up

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up too fast

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

I know you're mad, but so what

She bent backwards/ face up