This is a song about "We stacked up"

I should have known from the start boy

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

And maybe i am but

I'm glad that we ain't caked up.

I said i don’t give a fuck

And we try to keep up

Beat box while we team up

They just don't give a fuck

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Cuz when we fail we pull up a chair,

And that's word to my nigga bad boy

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

I have mad skills, i have stacked up mad bills.

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

We'll fuck up everything we got,