This is a song about "Link up"

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

Then crank up the sub woofers up loud

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

And link me all your shit in hopes i'll go and read your fuckin raps

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,

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

On my back boy, holla back boy

My niggas never block, i think i'm barry sanders

They link dancers and obey masters like captors

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

Incredible flow you cant bind up (bind up)

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Lights coming up, night coming up,