This is a song about "We stacked up"

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Cuz when we fail we pull up a chair,

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

We said we would never break up we would stay together,

They vaguely decipher my language

We showin up, we blow the dutch

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Every night we blowin up

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

Too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,