This is a song about "We stacked up"

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

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

A coward dies a thousand deaths

We fight then we have make up sex

Beat box while we team up

Say you don’t do what

I know you're mad, but so what

We bursting doors like we just showed up

On my back boy, holla back boy

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

Celebrate the very day that i get past

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

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

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