This is a song about "Stacked up"

Wrapped in plastic wraps, bleaches stacked, tools used to extract,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

With our backs against the wall, we're stacked up 'till we fall,

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

And maybe i am but

It's wack that crap i smack stacked and stacked and stacked

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

It aint funny, they got money bags stacked higher than everest

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

Too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

Invest this paper i stacked till i can ascend

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent