This is a song about "We stacked up"

We should be up in anarchy

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

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

But then we would make-up

What, what ... project shit what

Best foot forward, holla at your boy

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

And we try to keep up

They just don't give a fuck

Convertibles with turbo jets

We fight then we have make up sex

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

Too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,

They like talking, its like gossip

We goin out we showin up