This is a song about "Fold up"

Live your life, don't fold under press pressure, me who you are it ain't hard

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Incredible flow you cant bind up (bind up)

And i drop top off in a hot cold

So dont you get up and fold

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

Your flow is worn out like those clothes that your trying to fold

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

Bitch i never fold when shit got bloody

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club