This is a song about "We stacked up"

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Turn up we gettin louder

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

That shit was wack as fuck

I'm glad that we ain't caked up.

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

We bursting doors like we just showed up

We'll fuck up everything we got,

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

A coward dies a thousand deaths

We fight then we have make up sex

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

We should be up in anarchy

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

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast