This is a song about "We stacked up"

We should be up in anarchy

Plottin' don’t even worry

We'll fuck up everything we got,

We popping bottles, it don't stop

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

She would drive the toys plus ride the boy

She likes the way it hits her lips

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

We burning up, it's a bonfire,

Of impactful things one can ask for

My mama smoked so god damn much

We showin up, we blow the dutch

But then we would make-up

Without your love it's cold as fuck

We never ever growin up

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut