This is a song about "Hold up wit"

How you gon battle me wit a style dat i made up?

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Hold up bitch its not an audition

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Even if you don't understand, hold up

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

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

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

But i swear to god my biz bad boy

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

Can't they come up wit they own shit

I know the world been waiting for that

You ain't wit' it? you should witness when i rip it up,

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Cause this nigga done got jealous

Hold up , you see us