This is a song about "We stacked up"

Every night we blowin up

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

I’m tryna be low key

We should be up in anarchy

With our backs against the wall, we're stacked up 'till we fall,

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

We fight then we have make up sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

We goin out we showin up

Some niggas ain't got no luck

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

2 girls 1 cup

And we try to keep up

But i swear to god my biz bad boy

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