This is a song about "We stacked up"

Love will have you stuck

Beat box while we team up

A twenty somethin cup

Every night we blowin up

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

Too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

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

My team winning that's a fact boy

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

But i swear to god my biz bad boy

We bursting doors like we just showed up

It's not making sense to you right now but

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence