This is a song about "We stacked up"

I fucking hate this job

We'll fuck up everything we got,

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

2 of her friends in the back boy

We goin out we showin up

Bitches is artificially duck

Beat box while we team up

Car with no limit what

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

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,

But then we would make-up

Say you don’t do what

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

We showin up, we blow the dutch