This is a song about "We stacked up"

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

Bitches is artificially duck

We never ever growin up

And we try to keep up

They like talking, its like gossip

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

Fascinated her, discriminated school boy

We'll fuck up everything we got,

As long as we're cooperating with god

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

Every night we blowin up

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

Too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,

Huh, i can't interpret her

Turn up we gettin louder