This is a song about "Crank it up"

Working the drywall partying it up

It's not making sense to you right now but

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Blast the music up loud, crank the bass, smokin' chronic,

Must pick it up, but im afraid someone will creep up...

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

It was up to me to choose it

I got some fire and shit

Rack, rack city shit

Harden up and deface it

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow

So crank the bass up like crazy and let yourself go, let yourself go

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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