This is a song about "Holla"

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

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

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

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

If i holla them contras

I think found where your mind was

Always tryna holla like a hp i shut em down

Yes, it's the illest bitch around, flawless and brown

See i got more haters and nay sayers than eight lakers in boston

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

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

She said it really dont matter if its real though