This is a song about "Back up"

But i climbed back up that rope.

I fucking hate this job

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

Im a little wack but my posture is straight up my back

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

I'm 'bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back

I love you though i'll still fuck

Turned my back to the past, gotten up

Listen up motherfuckers, yo look, lucifer's back

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Yes, it's the illest bitch around, flawless and brown

You need to shut up, back up, and back down