This is a song about "Crossing up"

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

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

My all gold rolly or the

Love up she threw up in his era

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Preferably on the train crossing line, fuck you

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Crossing all the lines, time is only racing time

Crossing the lines fillin up a clean sheet

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete