This is a song about "Pop hold it down"

Searching for fortune and fame

Hold down the ones, that do same

Hold on,let me watch it

Can’t you hear that

It go like: count that stack, pop that cap then down that jack

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

Hold this shit down, just to get me a come up

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

One day that could all fall down, to gats they hold up on us,

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

To pop it and work out life's riddle, man

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

How much shit is he going to cop before it starts to pop

Pay dues like a hair salon

I know it hard but baby hold on