This is a song about "Fyed up"

Lights coming up, night coming up,

That shit was wack as fuck

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

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Best foot forward, holla at your boy

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

Well, um, there's a but

Beat box while we team up

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

So she decides to stand up, woman up and never give up