This is a song about "We stacked up"

Well, um, there's a but

Every night we blowin up

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

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

She said i'm ready to fuck

But then we would make-up

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

And that's word to my nigga bad boy

What them tippers don't see

We should be up in anarchy

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

We fight then we have make up sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

We burning up, it's a bonfire,

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her