This is a song about "We stacked up"

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

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

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

We burning up, it's a bonfire,

And there's little to be glad for

She said i'm ready to fuck

And we try to keep up

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,

They say nothings ever free

We should be up in anarchy

That shit was wack as fuck

Beat box while we team up

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for