This is a song about "We stacked up"

Every night we blowin up

Bitches is artificially duck

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

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

With our backs against the wall, we're stacked up 'till we fall,

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Cuz when we fail we pull up a chair,

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

By the water, au revoir to my audience

That's how i got the weed spot

We'll fuck up everything we got,

I know you're mad, but so what

We dated, we broke up

But then we would make-up

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck