This is a song about "Bottoms up"

Without your love it's cold as fuck

While my cranium rages up,

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Incredible flow you cant bind up (bind up)

Mr. right's running up,

Money i make em buck

Best foot forward, holla at your boy

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

So i picked the pen up

She was the queen of the club

Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up too fast

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

I should have known from the start boy

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

Please put ya lighter’s up

They like talking, its like gossip