This is a song about "We stacked up"

We can fuck up our brains

For the occasion, paper planes

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

We bursting doors like we just showed up

I get my cake; i love hip hop

We'll fuck up everything we got,

We should be up in anarchy

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

Too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,

Cuz when we fail we pull up a chair,

You got a baby boy or girl in there

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

We fight then we have make up sex