This is a song about "Hold up wit"

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

And yo, the answer ya have to come up wit

I’m tryna be low key

Wait hold up, now i'm ready

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

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

If you feel it, it must be real just

Hold up let me readjust

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

Even if you don't understand, hold up

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

That turns out to be dress. hold up!

Your getting fucked enough, wit those weak words you throw up,

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

I'm why baby mamas leave

Hold up, im hearin screams