This is a song about "Hold up wit"

I should have known from the start boy

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

Fascinated her, discriminated school boy

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

Wait hold up, now i'm ready

You a lady boss, now you fly free

And yo, the answer ya have to come up wit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

And hold up i'm almost through

Vsu don't regret you

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Can't they come up wit they own shit

Even if you don't understand, hold up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

I'm manning up, i'ma hold my ground

All my other people that dance around