This is a song about "Coming up"

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

You're coming up pretty short, just like a garden gnome

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Chills start at my heels coming up i feels

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Fuck the loving, up 'n' coming rappers are the cure for this virus plague

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

Her brain's having complications coming up with her hobbies.

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

You know i be teasing, though

The suns coming up, oh,

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

I'm just a young and up-and-coming rapper who's got nothing/

I am the up and coming, the new intelligence

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips