This is a song about "We stacked up"

One verse is all it takes

We can fuck up our brains

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

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

Say you don’t do what

But then we would make-up

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Every night we blowin up

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

And that's word to my nigga bad boy

We goin out we showin up

I said i don’t give a fuck

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

We should be up in anarchy