This is a song about "Aaron amp"

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

On my back boy, holla back boy

Knowing you can no longer party

A lyrical genius, respect is the key

And spike the soup with toilet cleaner

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

It's gonna be a fight up

What a mess! but we clean in the club

Ya the middle ya'll, raise it tall, show em all

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

Farther and farther they push me.

High heel wearer, hell of a body