This is a song about "We stacked up"

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

We bursting doors like we just showed up

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

You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy

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

We never ever growin up

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

She wear a scarf, louis v to be exact

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

She would drive the toys plus ride the boy

So i ain't giving a fuck

Beat box while we team up

Cuz when we fail we pull up a chair,

Right, now you say you don't care

We fight then we have make up sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks