This is a song about "We stacked up"

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

We can fuck up our brains

Cuz when we fail we pull up a chair,

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

It's wack that crap i smack stacked and stacked and stacked

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

My team winning that's a fact boy

We goin out we showin up

They just don't give a fuck

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

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

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

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

The road to hell is paved with good intentions