This is a song about "We stacked up"

We should be up in anarchy

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Fun, sucks that i'm too tall for the tub

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

Hold it..now thank you for silence

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

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

Money i make em buck

Beat box while we team up

We goin out we showin up

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,

Playing field ain't levelling the lane