This is a song about "We stacked up"

We showin up, we blow the dutch

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

We're young and we don't give a fuck

We goin out we showin up

We never ever growin up

Well, um, there's a but

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

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

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

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

We'll fuck up everything we got,

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

But i swear to god my biz bad boy

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