This is a song about "Coming up from the underground"

....from the bottom came up...

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Was king of the underground

Come wit me you'll smoke around

I need to free them

You're just coming down from

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

I am the up and coming, the new intelligence

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

Of him seeing shrinks and coming up with the plan

Im the best thats up and coming,

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Til my faith start responding, and if i get no answer, just know i tried

I'm coming at you from the other side, 'bout to take you for a ride deep inside

Fueled by the world's underground, call me tectonic/

There's a million names for your kind of chronic