This is a song about "Cashed up"

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

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

I see the sun comin up

My teenage years were fucked up,

They like talking, its like gossip

It's gonna be a fight up

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

Well, um, there's a but

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

And that's word to my nigga bad boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

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