This is a song about "We stacked up"

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

We never ever growin up

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

We bursting doors like we just showed up

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

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

I should have known from the start boy

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

We fight then we have make up sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

We'll fuck up everything we got,

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

Every night we blowin up

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

We're young and we don't give a fuck