This is a song about "Beak up"

Mr. right's running up,

She was the queen of the club

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

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Trynna keep my head up

I know you're mad, but so what

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

Sparking up some weed, i got jays in my beak nigga

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Yer well thats a cover up

I said i don’t give a fuck

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

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Incredible flow you cant bind up (bind up)

What a mess! but we clean in the club