This is a song about "We stacked up"

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

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

We'll fuck up everything we got,

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,

We fight then we have make up sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Turn up we gettin louder

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

I thought it'd get better but