This is a song about "We stacked up"

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

We burning up, it's a bonfire,

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

We should be up in anarchy

But then we would make-up

And maybe i am but

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

We fight then we have make up sex