This is a song about "We stacked up"

I'm cold on the cold turkey

We should be up in anarchy

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

We fight then we have make up sex

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

We showin up, we blow the dutch

But i swear to god my biz bad boy

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

We bursting doors like we just showed up

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

We said we would never break up we would stay together,

Too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence