This is a song about "Hold up wit"

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

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

I put that nigga in his casket

And yo, the answer ya have to come up wit

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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

Dat same niggas that grew up , da same nigga you been wit

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

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

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

Hold up , you see us

See, i'm just trying to focus