This is a song about "We stacked up"

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

You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy

I don't really give a fuck

We bursting doors like we just showed up

We fight then we have make up sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

But then we would make-up

I know you're mad, but so what

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

We never ever growin up

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

We can fuck up our brains

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck