This is a song about "We stacked up"

Hold it..now thank you for silence

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

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

Celebrate the very day that she get past

We should be up in anarchy

What them tippers don't see

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

Too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,

Cuz when we fail we pull up a chair,

U got all them drums in there

We never ever growin up

Money i make em buck

We'll fuck up everything we got,

You know i am not gon stop