This is a song about "We stacked up"

That shit was wack as fuck

Beat box while we team up

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

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

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

We fight then we have make up sex

We showin up, we blow the dutch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

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

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

We'll fuck up everything we got,

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

But i swear to god my biz bad boy

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