This is a song about "We stacked up"

Best foot forward, holla at your boy

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

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

Too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

We never ever growin up

On they car note to go to the club

Beat box while we team up

Love will have you stuck

Convertibles with turbo jets

We fight then we have make up sex

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

We burning up, it's a bonfire,

See, i like the person that you are