This is a song about "Fold up"

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

My money don't fold i'm gettin' this dough

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

I'll never break or fold, i'll never end up celled behind bars,

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Will they fold them and create a shelter to protect yah?

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

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

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Inspiration works two-fold.

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

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