This is a song about "Falling down but get back up"

Everytime you come around

You need to shut up, back up, and back down

Im the main one falling down the hill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Sitting down, thinking back, got myself mixed up

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Poor black people get put down, and are caught up in it,

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

Bitch sit the fuck down or get yo ass inna back

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

You come around, gun ‘em down, you’ll get beaten up,