This is a song about "We stacked up"

We can fuck up our brains

And i ain't got what it takes

It's wack that crap i smack stacked and stacked and stacked

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

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

That shit was wack as fuck

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

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

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

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

We burning up, it's a bonfire,

Of impactful things one can ask for

I know you're mad, but so what

But then we would make-up