This is a song about "We stacked up"

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

We bursting doors like we just showed up

One verse is all it takes

We can fuck up our brains

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

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

But then we would make-up

Get ya head bust

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

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

Never agree with that message

We showin up, we blow the dutch

Turn up we gettin louder

When life gets sour know i still devour

We should be up in anarchy

Cause i ain't worriedeyes blurry