This is a song about "Better keep up"

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

It's no time to keep up a rhyme,

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

Better yet give up, leave and go masturbate

Better days are coming i keep telling myself that

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Damn.... can you keep up son?

I pop one, you pop one

Trynna keep my head up

The cool say i'm thug

Keep my back right side stay bloody flagged up, to geeked up,

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,