This is a song about "Bracking up"

Throwin you a dub

My teenage years were fucked up,

Waiting for me to fuck up

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

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

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

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

I thought it'd get better but

When i roll another doob up

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

On my back boy, holla back boy

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

Love will have you stuck

Put 'em up, put 'em up!