This is a song about "We stacked up"

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

But i swear to god my biz bad boy

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

We bursting doors like we just showed up

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Yeah, we get this cabbage

We showin up, we blow the dutch

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

We dated, we broke up

Bitches is artificially duck

We never ever growin up

I don't really give a fuck

Every night we blowin up

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck