This is a song about "We stacked up"

Well, um, there's a but

Every night we blowin up

We burning up, it's a bonfire,

That damier bag i bought her

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

Bitches is artificially duck

But then we would make-up

2 of her friends in the back boy

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

Going broke, no sir

Turn up we gettin louder

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

We showin up, we blow the dutch