This is a song about "We stacked up"

We'll fuck up everything we got,

Just searching for the perfect shot

We burning up, it's a bonfire,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Convertibles with turbo jets

We fight then we have make up sex

That shit was wack as fuck

Every night we blowin up

I love you though i'll still fuck

Beat box while we team up

But this ain't physics or rocket science

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

I know what it takes

We can fuck up our brains

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

Stack in his hand trynna make that last