This is a song about "We stacked up"

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

They like talking, its like gossip

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

We showin up, we blow the dutch

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

Too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,

Cuz when we fail we pull up a chair,

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

I have mad skills, i have stacked up mad bills.

But this ain't physics or rocket science

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup