This is a song about "We stacked up"

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

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

And we try to keep up

She said i'm ready to fuck

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

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

We should be up in anarchy

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

We got the world's rarest talent, yessir we're #stacked

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

But then we would make-up

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

We showin up, we blow the dutch

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,