This is a song about "We stacked up"

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

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

We burning up, it's a bonfire,

That i will leave earth with her

Beat box while we team up

And maybe i am but

It’s something that’s in your veins

We can fuck up our brains

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

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

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

We bursting doors like we just showed up

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club