This is a song about "Shu up"

2 of her friends in the back boy

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

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

People will use u up,

Beat box while we team up

Say you don’t do what

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

It's gonna be a fight up

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

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

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

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

I said i don’t give a fuck

I see the sun comin up