This is a song about "We stacked up"

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

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

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,

And we try to keep up

She was the queen of the club

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

We bursting doors like we just showed up

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

Fun, sucks that i'm too tall for the tub

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

We dated, we broke up

What, what ... project shit what

They like talking, its like gossip

Every night we blowin up