This is a song about "We stacked up"

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

And that's word to my nigga bad boy

They like talking, its like gossip

Beat box while we team up

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

I should have known from the start boy

U got all them drums in there

Cuz when we fail we pull up a chair,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

We should be up in anarchy

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

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

She wear a scarf, louis v to be exact

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

So y'all can cope n' touch

We showin up, we blow the dutch