This is a song about "We stacked up"

Beat box while we team up

Some niggas ain't got no luck

We goin out we showin up

We're young and we don't give a fuck

On my back boy, holla back boy

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

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

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

But then we would make-up

I love you though i'll still fuck

Yeah, we get this cabbage

We showin up, we blow the dutch

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

She would drive the toys plus ride the boy