This is a song about "We stacked up"

I said i don’t give a fuck

We goin out we showin up

They like talking, its like gossip

And we try to keep up

I thought i recognized her

Turn up we gettin louder

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

We should be up in anarchy

We never ever growin up

So i ain't giving a fuck

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

Every night we blowin up

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

We fight then we have make up sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths