This is a song about "Holla"

You need money holla at ya boy honey

A military mind mean money

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

See me be ge be, dj g he into ti-ti, holla' then i'm

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

Tried to find ammo but it's none around town

Always tryna holla like a hp i shut em down

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

Hand me a microphone, and watch the crowd just holla, yo,

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

Then you're screwed like bottle caps, holla back and listen,

Can't win with a passive attack

When that money calls i holla back

If i holla them contras

We don't ever make love