This is a song about "Holla"

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

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

The locomotive is off his tracks so holla back if my raps

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Always tryna holla like a hp i shut em down

If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

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

You need money holla at ya boy honey

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often.

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Don’t you be holding back, your love

If i holla them contras

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

Holla at the g-o-d before you d-i-e,