This is a song about "We stacked up"

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

We fight then we have make up sex

We'll fuck up everything we got,

And don't make vibrations stop

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

I'm glad that we ain't caked up.

Car with no limit what

Turn up we gettin louder

I said i'm hurting her

A twenty somethin cup

We goin out we showin up

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

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

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,