This is a song about "Adding up"

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

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

Lights coming up, night coming up,

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Adding up these numbers like a fuckin mathematician,

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

That's adding insult to injury

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Hold up, hold up, hold up, popped a molly (popped a molly)

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

And that's word to my nigga bad boy

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

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

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Adding fuel to the fire only made his hell worse

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters