This is a song about "Gee up"

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Lights coming up, night coming up,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

And randy, and all of rappad, oh gee gnarly.

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

They've stomped me into the mud, gee for what reason, you stumped me

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Woke up, toke up, and start my morning

I know you're mad, but so what

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Pour amaretto and get fucked up,

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

Incredible flow you cant bind up (bind up)

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but