This is a song about "We stacked up"

Too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Without your love it's cold as fuck

We goin out we showin up

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

Say you don’t do what

So here i am at the store for some chips

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

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

On my back boy, holla back boy

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

With our backs against the wall, we're stacked up 'till we fall,

And that's word to my nigga bad boy

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