This is a song about "We stacked up"

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

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

Car with no limit what

Every night we blowin up

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

We burning up, it's a bonfire,

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Beat box while we team up

I love you though i'll still fuck