This is a song about "Fold up"

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Incredible flow you cant bind up (bind up)

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

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

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Die a hornigold, to atone, a hundred fold, for the sins you did admit

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

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

My money don't fold now

When they know how