This is a song about "We stacked up"

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

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

We said we would never break up we would stay together,

This what it sound like if i sent my dad a letter

We burning up, it's a bonfire,

I’m the king of rock, there is none higher

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

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

2 of her friends in the back boy

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

What, what ... project shit what

We dated, we broke up

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

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but