This is a song about "Penny up"

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Problems stackin up, pretty soon im packin up

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

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

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

She was the queen of the club

Cause imma step it up, build it up

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Make meets ends picking crops for a penny here and then

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up