This is a song about "We stacked up"

We can fuck up our brains

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

We showin up, we blow the dutch

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

We bursting doors like we just showed up

Beat box while we team up

I love you though i'll still fuck

Throwin you a dub

But then we would make-up

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

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

On my back boy, holla back boy

We fight then we have make up sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks