This is a song about "Getting turnt up"

Up on her. i was doing my thing i was getting this

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

All my fans are getting pumped up- check the barometer

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

We're loading up the tecs, getting vexed, keep the streets closed,

I am olubowale, the answer to this

I run up in your spot getting invasive

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

We dig the plot and never bury pot

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Music getting you up,like you got wings

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Everybody getting throwed, keep the dro rolled up

Then it was like a chain reaction of getting banged up

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