This is a song about "We stacked up"

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Turn up we gettin louder

We never ever growin up

It's not making sense to you right now but

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

Fascinated her, discriminated school boy

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

We can fuck up our brains

For the occasion, paper planes

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

We should be up in anarchy