This is a song about "We stacked up"

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

We burning up, it's a bonfire,

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

Blow trees like a hurricane

We can fuck up our brains

I’m tryna be low key

We should be up in anarchy

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Bitches is artificially duck

Beat box while we team up

We goin out we showin up

The cool say i'm thug