This is a song about "Mest up hairline"

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Cause imma step it up, build it up

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

2 of her friends in the back boy

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

And watch seja retreat and disappear like sarthaks hairline

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Hold up, hold up, hold up, popped a molly (popped a molly)

Lights coming up, night coming up,

They like talking, its like gossip

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

I love you though i'll still fuck

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

I see the sun comin up