This is a song about "We stacked up"

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

We got the world's rarest talent, yessir we're #stacked

We burning up, it's a bonfire,

That damier bag i bought her

Silicone bitches got the confidence

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

Well, that's what you are

Turn up we gettin louder

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

She would drive the toys plus ride the boy

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

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Cuz when we fail we pull up a chair,

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

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call