This is a song about "We stacked up"

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

And we try to keep up

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

High: that's why they call us planes

We can fuck up our brains

But then we would make-up

Car with no limit what

Celebrate the very day that i get past

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

Uh ha, you know what

We goin out we showin up

We'll fuck up everything we got,

By any means, if ya like it or not