This is a song about "We stacked up"

We burning up, it's a bonfire,

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

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

A defense mechanism, what i thought that i lacked

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

On my back boy, holla back boy

And i ain't got what it takes

We can fuck up our brains

She was the queen of the club

We never ever growin up

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Cuz when we fail we pull up a chair,

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care