This is a song about "We stacked up"

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

And we try to keep up

She was the queen of the club

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

We burning up, it's a bonfire,

We fight then we have make up sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Beat box while we team up

A twenty somethin cup

Say what you wanna but

Every night we blowin up

Too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain