This is a song about "Man hold up"

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

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

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

Fascinated her, discriminated school boy

They can’t even come around

I'm manning up, i'ma hold my ground

Hold up call it prime time, hold up i'm a mob bomb.

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Wait hold up, now i'm ready

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free