This is a song about "Balling up"

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

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

I love you though i'll still fuck

When i roll another doob up

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

I see the sun comin up

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

Problems stackin up, pretty soon im packin up

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

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Hold up, hold up, hold up, popped a molly (popped a molly)