This is a song about "We stacked up"

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

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Some niggas ain't got no luck

We goin out we showin up

We should be up in anarchy

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

But then we would make-up

What, what ... project shit what

And the food could have been finer

We burning up, it's a bonfire,

And we try to keep up

Without your love it's cold as fuck

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

We bursting doors like we just showed up