This is a song about "Snapem up"

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

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

They like talking, its like gossip

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

People will use u up,

And maybe i am but

Beat box while we team up

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

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

And that's word to my nigga bad boy

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Play up, play up, and play the game!

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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