This is a song about "Psot up"

On how they set me up

But you know what

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up too fast

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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

And that's word to my nigga bad boy

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

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

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

I see the sun comin up

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

So she decides to stand up, woman up and never give up

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club